The souls which he has form'd, shall find

A refuge in his grace.

36. s. M.

Edinburgh Coll,

The living Sacrifice,

1 AND will th' eternal King
So mean a gift reward?

That off'ring Lord! with joy we bring
Which thy own hand prepar'd.

2 We own thy various claim,
And to thine altar move,
The willing victims of thy grace,
And bound with cords of love.

3 Descend, celestial fire!

The sacrifice inflame !

So shall a grateful odour rise
Through our Redeemer's name.

37. C. M.

Christian Zeal and Diligence..

Doddridge.

1 ARE not thy mercies sov'reign still,
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant us warmer zeal
To run the heav'nly road?

2 We need the influence of thy grace,
To speed us in thy way,

Lest we should loiter in our race,
Or turn our feet astray.

3 Do not our hearts thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow our spirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!

4 But we shall love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,

When we have felt its quick'ning pow'r, To draw us near the Lord.

38. L.M.

Watts.

The happy State of the Christian. 1 As we advance in wisdom's ways, Thy love demands new songs of praise; Our pleasures, joys, and hopes increase, And all within is settled peace.

2 Our foes with weaker pow'rs assail; With strength increasing we prevail; Above our ev'ry tempter rise,

And press with zeal towards the skies. 3 Look we at death! 'tis with delight; A gentle sleep, and short the night; Angels support the feeble head," Our souls have nothing here to dread.

4 Think we of judgment! happy day!
Joyful the summons we obey;

It is to meet the God we love,
And take our glorious crowns above.

5 Transporting thought! celestial state!
For this we live, for this we wait;

And while we take the happy road,
Our songs of praise ascend to God.

39. 7s. M. six lines.

Unknown.

Commencement of Public Worship.
Ar the portals of thy house,
Lord! we leave our mortal cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers:
Pure and contrite hearts alone,
Find acceptance at thy throne.

2 Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heav'nly way,
To their feet thy light afford:
Let the world united join,
To extol thy love divine.

40. H. M.

J. Taylor.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls!

Shake off each slothful band!
The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand.
Auspicious morn, Thy blissful rays,
Bright seraphs hail, In songs of praise!

2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resign'd
The glorious Prince of life,
In the dark vault confin'd.

Th' angelic host Around him bends,
And, midst their shouts, The Lord ascends.
3- All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosanna rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings.
Worthy art thou, Who once wast slain,
Thro' endless years. To live and reign.

4 Gird on, great King, thy sword,
Ascend thy conqu❜ring car,
While justice, truth and love
Maintain the glorious war.
Victorious thou, Thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and death In triumph lead.

5 Make bare thy potent arm,
And wing thunerring dart,
With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart.

Then dying souls For life shall sue,
Num'rous as drops Of morning dew.

41. C. M.

Rippon's Coll

Hearing the Voice of God's Rod.

1 ATTEND each soul, with rev'rent awe,
The dictates of thy God;

Silent and trembling hear the voice,
Of his appointed rod.

2 Now let us search and try our ways,
And prostrate seek his face,

Conscious of guilt, before his throne
In dust our souls abase.

3 Teach us, O God! what's yet unknown, And all our crimes forgive;

Those crimes we would no more repeat, But to thy honour live.

4 Our wither'd joys too plainly show
That all on earth is vain;

In God our wounded hearts confide,
True rest and bliss to gain.

5 Father! we wait thy gracious call,
To leave this mournful land,

And bathe in rivers of delight
That flow at thy right hand.

42. C. M.

Doddridge.

God the Refuge of the Afflicted.

1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness, and when sorrows ros And press'd on ev'ry side,

The Lord hath still sustain'd our steps,
And still hath been our guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore our peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar
Can bid the tempest cease.

4 In the dark watches of the night
We'll count his mercies o'er;