HYMN 144. L. M. Whitchurch. [*] Ordination. Ministers a sweet savour to God. 2 Cor.ii,15,16. to the Lord on high,

1 PRAVE spreads his triumphs wide!

e While Jesus' fragrant name

Is breath'd on every side: -Balmy and rich the odours rise,

o And fill the earth, and reach the skies.

2 Ten thousand dying souls,
Its influence feel-and live;
Sweeter than vital air

The incense they receive:

o They breathe anew, and rise and sing• Jesus the Lord, their conquering King.

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3 But sinners scorn the grace, That brings salvation nigh: They turn their face away, And faint, and fall, and die. p. So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore, a For O! they fall to rise no more. 4 Yet, wise and mighty God, Shall all thy servants be, In those who live or die, A savour sweet to thee;

o Supremely bright thy grace shall shine, e Guarded with flames of wrath divine.

DODDRIDGE,

HYMN 145. L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*] Gospel Ministry instituted by Christ. Eph. iv, 11, 12. NATHER of mercies, in thy house,

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Famile on our homage and our vows;

While, with a grateful heart, we share
These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence sprung th' apostles' honour'd name,

Sacred beyond heroic fame;

Hence dictates the prophetic sage,

And hence the evangelic page.

4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and teachers rise;
Who, tho' with feebler rays they shine,
Still gild a long-extended line.

5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, And fed by Christ their graces live: • While guarded by his potent hand, 'Midst all the rage of hell they stand. o 6 So shall the bright succession run, Through the last courses of the sun; While unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish, large and fair. -7 Jesus our Lord their hearts shall know, The spring whence all these blessings flow, • Pastors and people shout his praise, g Thro' the long round of endless days. DODDRIDGE.

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HYMN 146. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Gospel Treasure in earthen vessels.

How rich thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favours, how divine!

The blessings which thy gospel brings,
How splendidly they shine!

2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys;
Should gold and gems compare,

How mean! when set against those joys,
Thy poorest servants share?

e 3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace,
Are lodg'd in urns of clay;

-And the weak sons of mortal race
Th' immortal gifts convey.

e 4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth,
Yet grace the victory gives;

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e Quickly they moulder back to earthYet still the gospel lives.

-5 Such wonders power divine effects, Such trophies God can raise;

-His hand, from crumbling dust, erects

His monuments of praise. SALISBURY COL.

HYMN 147. L. M. Carthage. [*b]
Prayer for a sick Minister.

THOU, before whose gracious throne,
We bow our suppliant spirit down:

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View the sad breast, the streaming eye,
And let our sorrows pierce the sky.

2 Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel,
And all our trembling lips would tell;
Thou only canst assuage our grief,
And yield our woe-fraught heart relief.
3 With power benign, thy servant spare,
Nor turn aside thy people's prayer;
Avert thy swift descending stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock.
4 Restore him sinking to the grave;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save;
Back to our hopes and wishes give,
And bid our friend and father live.
5 Bound to each soul by tenderest ties,
In every breast his image lies;

Thy pitying aid, O God, impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.
6 Yet if our supplications fail,

And prayers and tears can naught prevail;
Be thou his strength, be thou his stay,

And guide him safe to endless day. EVAN'S COL. HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]

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Death of a Minister.

[IS master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;

And in desponding accents said,

"Ah! what must Israel do?"

-2 But he forgot the Lord, who lifts

The beggar to the throne, Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts,

Would soon be made his own.

d 3 What-when a Paul has run his course, Or when Apollos dies

Is Israel left without resource?

And have we no supplies?

o 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,

We have a boundless store;

-And shall be fed with what he gives,

Who lives for evermore.

COWPER.

HYMN 149. C. M. Hymn 2d. [b*]
Death of a Minister.

1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive,

And all our tears be dry;
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Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh?

è 2 What tho' the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade?

p What tho' the prophet and the priest, Be number'd with the dead?

-3 Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged, and the young

The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute the instructive tongue;-
o 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;

His eyes still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.

d 5 "Lo I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;
"For I will ne'er forsake my own,
"Whose souls in me confide."

o 6 Thro' every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust;

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And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 150. C. M. Colchester. [*]
Christ the Refuge of the Church.

[E who on earth as man was known,

He who on eartir af m and pains;

g Now, seated on th' eternal throneThe God of glory reigns!

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide,
With an unerring skill;

And countless worlds extended wide,
Obey his sovereign will.

3 While harps unnumber'd sound his praise, In yonder world above;

o His saints on earth admire his ways,

And glory in his love.

-4 His righteousness to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms;
Affords a hiding place, and shield,
From enemies and storms.

-5 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head;

o To this high rock his people run,

And find a pleasing shade.

e 6 How glorious he!-how happy they!In such a glorious friend!

o Whose love secures them all the way,

0 And crowns them at the end.

HYMN 151. L. M. Moreton. [*b] Covenant Engagements joyfully recognized. 2 Chron." XV, 15.

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HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice,
On thee, my Saviour, and my God?
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
e 20 happy bond, that seals my vows
To him, who merits all my love!
o Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.
d 3 'Tis done:-the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and he is mine:

He drew me and I follow'd on-
Charm'd to confess the voice divine.
-4 Now rest, my long-divided heart,
Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest;
With ashes who would grudge to part,
When call'd on angels' bread to feast?
5 High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear:

e. Tili in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 152. C. P. M. Bradbury. [*]
Covenant Everlasting.

• 1 N ve trophies of a Saviour's blood,
TOW for a hymn of praise to God!

Join the sweet choir above;

All your harmonious accents bring,
Wake every high, celestial string,
To chaunt redeeming love.

-2 Ere God pronounc'd creation good,
Or bade the vast, unbounded flood
Through fixed channels run;