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CCCLXXI.

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Common Metre. UNKNOWN.

Hymn for Morning, or Evening.

N thee, each morning, O my God, Each night my thoughts attend In whom are founded all my hopes, And all my wishes end.

2 My foul in pleafing wonder loft
His boundless love furveys;

And fired with grateful zeal, prepares
Her facrifice of praise.

3 He leads me thro' the maze of fleep,
He brings me fafe to light;
And with the fame paternal care
Conducts my steps till night.

4 When evening flumbers press my eyes,
With his protection blest,
In peace and fafety I commit
My wearied limbs to rest.

5 My fpirit, in his hands fecure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For whether waking or afleep,
The Lord is with me ftill,

6 At morn, and noon, and night, my God, Thy favour I'll purfue;

And thee alone will praife, to whomTM
Eternal praise is due.

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CCCLXXII.

Short Metre. DODDRIDGE.

The Right of private Judgment.

MPOSTURE shrinks from light,
And dreads a curious eye:

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Thy doctrines, Lord, the test invite,
They bid us fearch and try.

Lord, to thy word we bear
A meek, inquiring mind;

With modeft eye we fearch, and there
The richest truths we find.

With understanding bleft,
Created to be free,

Our faith on man we dare not reft,

Subject to none but thee.

O Lord, our fpirit lead,

With foundeft knowledge fill; From noxious error guard our creed,

From ftubbornnefs our will.

The truth received, imprefs

The truth which thou haft fown; No brother's faith may we oppress, Nor lightly quit our own.

CCCLXXIII. Long Metre. SCOTT.

Perfecution.

BSURD and vain attempt! to bind

With iron chains the free-born mind;

To force conviction, and reclaim

The wandering by deftructive flame.

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2 Bold arrogance! to fnatch from heaven
Dominion not to mortals given;
O'er confcience to ufurp the throne,
Accountable to God alone.

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Jefus, thy gentle law of love
Doth no fuch cruelties approve :
Mild as thyfelf, thy doctrine wields.
No arms, but what perfuafion yields.

By proofs divine, and reafon ftrong
It draws the willing mind along ;
And conquefts to thy church acquires
By eloquence which heaven infpires.

CCCLXXIV. Common Metre.
Common Metre. UNKNOWN.

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The virtuous Love of Country.

ARENT of all! Omnipotent!
In heaven and earth below!
Thro' all creation's vaft extent
Whose streams of goodness flow.

2 Teach me to know from whence I rofe,
And unto what defigned;
Nor private aims may I propose,
Since linked with human kind.

3 But chief to hear my country's voice
May my best thoughts incline;
'Tis reafon's law, 'tis virtue's choice,
'Tis nature's call, and thine.

4 Me from fair freedom's facred caufe
May nothing e'er divide ;

Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause,
Nor friendship falfe, mifguide.

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In all my country's weal,
Let me my public walk pursue:
So, God, thy favour deal.

CCCLXXV. Proper Metre. DR. KIPPIS.
National Thanksgiving.

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AY, fhould we fearch the globe around, Where can fuch happiness be found, As dwells in Britain's favoured ifle? Here plenty reigns; here freedom sheds Her choiceft bleffings on our heads,

And bids our bleakeft mountains fmile. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, That pours from every foreign fhore; Science and art their charms display ; Religion teaches us to raise

Our voices to our Maker's praise,

As truth and confcience point the way. 3 These are thy gifts, almighty King, From thee our matchlefs bleffings spring Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies, The raptures liberty bestows, Th' eternal joys the gospel fhows,

All from thy boundless goodness rise. 4 From thee, the zeal and spirit came, That did our patriot chiefs inflame ;

Their zeal, their courage all are thine : Our daring troops, with glory crowned, Tell to the wondering nations round, The hand that leads us is divine.

5 With grateful hearts, with cheerful tongues, To God we raife united fongs;

His power and mercy we proclaim : At length, ye faithlefs tyrants, own Jehovah here hath fixed his throne,

And tremble at his righteous name.

6 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or man behold the circling fun,

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O ftill may God in Britain reign; Still crown her counfels with fuccefs, With peace and joy her borders bless, And all her facred rights maintain.

CCCLXXVI. Long Metre. MERRICK. Thanksgiving for National Profperity and Bleffing.

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N thee, great Ruler of the fkies,

On thee our conftant hope relies : When hoftile powers against us join, What aid fo prefent, Lord, as thine?

On heaven's high Lord our truft we build; The God of armies is our shield:

Behold fair Britain's bleft retreat,
Where peace, and law, and freedom meet.

No terrors here licentious play,

But mild along their level way

Bleffings their even course maintain,
And crown with joy her happy plain.
God ever watchful, ever nigh,
Bids ftorms around her harmless fly;
His guardian care each foe withstands,
And backward turns the hoftile bands.
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