Mrs. Barbauld's hymns in prose, for the use of children

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Mrs. Barbauld's hymns in prose, for the use of children to which is added a few select hymns, in verse, for the use of Sunday schools
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M~RS. BARBAULWV

HYMNS'



PROSE.,
FOR

THLE USE OF ClILDR~i

TO WfilOW IS ADDED

A FEW SELECT HYMNS,

IN VERSE,

For the use -f

SUDI SCHOOLS.


Olt Lord! huw marnifold are thy icurks! ir., wisdom hast thou nu&'de thew att.
Psam cii'. 24, Printed, Pub~ished & Sold, (iln4arge and small quau.
4hies,) by DErNsO & PHELPS, at drir
Bookstore, Greenfield,
Mass. 1820,















devtina felngpu e$y as *4 c uteinfant




theful ose f heide o Gdouhteer to re-t trine h io hnh noA suchRO aii4 ; iea se-ibl obRj ects-, wih l t e sees tale es all that afect hir youg in wh won or deigt;



an th.us, u bydepstmg at4 ;emaniz asoitios,

tuelie Siodr he ? who ~ bastnel acusbs to 'se the Creati h visbl c~appaane of allaroun





HYMNS FOR CIAILDRBN.


















HY-MN 1,
COME, let us praise, God, for hie is exceedingljv great; let us bless God, for he i~s very, Good.
lie made all things, Oe sun to rule the day, the moon to shine by night.
lie made the great whale, and the elepha!J, and the HIl worm that crawleth on the ground.
The little birds sing praises to God, whecu they warble sweetly in the green shade.
Thie brooks and rivers praise GadL, WhIIthey imurmur melodiously amongst the, Fmvotl pebble5.






I will praise Gord with my voice; for Imay praie himq though I am but a little child.
Al few ear agro, and I was but little infant, aril y tongue was dumb within my mnouth.
And Idid not know the get nameof God, for my reason was not coie nto me.
But now I can speak, and totnue shall praise him: I can think of all i kinduese, awd my hear't shall love him.
Let him call mie, and I will comes unto him; let himu commandd~ and I When I am> older, I~ will praise him better; and will never forget God, so long as may life

renaineth in wne.























HYMN 11.
CO'ME, let as gro forth into !hc fields;' lit U iee how the flowers spring, let us listen to the siinging of the birds, and sport ourselves upon the new grass.
The winterr is overand g-one, the buds come out upon the~ trees, the crimson blossoins of the peach and the nlectarine areseeli; and! t he green loaves sprout.
The hedges are bordered %vith tiAts of primroses, and yellow covwstips that ljarig down their heads; and the blue vile lies hid beneath the shade.
The young gosling are runwi irior,' tir







green, they are j$st hatched, their bodies are covered with yellow down; the old ones hiss with if any one comes near.
The h sits upon her nest of straw; 'se watches patiently the full ti~e, till the young chickens get strength to break the shell with their Aills, and come uit.
The lambs sport in the field, theytotter by the side of their dams, their young limbs at first can hardly support their weight.
If you fall, little lambs, you will not be hurt; there is spread under-you a carpet of soft grass; itisspread for you and us.
The butterflies butter from bush to bush,
d open their wings to the warm sun.
The youqg animals of every kindly Ire sporting about,- feel themselves happy, they are glad to hbe alive; they thank him that he has made them alive.
They m thank hin in their hearts, but we can thank Uim with our tongues: our gifts are greater than theirs; therefore, we ought to praise him more.
The birds can warble and the young lambs can bleat; but we can open our lips in his praise, we can speak of all his goodness.
Therefore, we will thank him for ourselves, and we will thank him for those that cannot speak .. .. .
Trees h-ssom, and little lambs that skip a you roaUl you would say, how good he is but you ae dumb, we will 11ay it woryo.






We will niot offer you, up in sacrifice, but v.e will offer sacrifice for you, on evew' hill, and in every green field; we will o er the sacrifice of thanksgiving-, and the incense of praise.
















-HYMIN M.L

BEHOLD the shepherd oif the flock,he fzaletlj care for his shej edeth them aibong, the ~
clear brooks, he gui'deth thkeni to fresh ,pasture; if the young lamb arm woear?', lie carrieth them in his arms; if they wander, he bringeththem. back.
But who is the shepherd's shepherd ? Who taketh care for him ? Who -uideth lhIn in the path he should go? and if hie wander, who slahl bring him back ?




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God is thie shepherd's shepherd; he is the shepherd over all; he taketh care for all; the whole earth is his fold; we are all his flock; and every herb, and every green field, is the pasture which he hath prepared for us. The mother loveth her little child; she bringeth it up on her knees; she nourisheth its body with food.: she feedeth its mind with knowledge: if it is sick she murseth it with tender love; she watcheth over it when tisleep; she for-getteth it not for a moment; she teac-eth it how to be good; she rejoiceth daily in its growth.
But who is the parent of the motherly Who nourisheth her with good things, and watcheth over her with tender love, and remembereth her every moment ? Whose arms are about her to guard her from harm? And if she is sick, wI, shall heal her?
God is the parent of the mother: he is the parent ofll, for he created all. All the men, and all he wmen who are alive in the wide world, are us children; he loveth all, he is
good to alL
The king governeth his people; he hath a golden crown upon his head, and the royal sceptre is in his hand: he sitteth upon a throne, and sedwleth forth his commands; his subjects fear before him; if they do well, he protecteth them from danger; and if they do evil, he punisheth them.
But who is the sovereign of the king ? Who c.ommandeth him what he must do? Whose




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hand is stretched out to protect him frony danger? and if he do evil, who shall punish him?
God is the sovereign of the king; his crown is of rays of light, and his throne is among the stars. He is Kingof kings,and Lord of lords; if he bid us live, we live ; if he bid us die, we die. His dominion is over all worlds, and the light of his countenance is upon all his' works.
God is our shepherd, therefore we will follow him: God is our father, therefore we will love him: Godis. our king, therefore we will obey him.

HYMN IV.
Coim, and I will shew you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers! her leaves glow with fire. The air is" filled with her sweet odour; she is the delight of every eye.
She is beautiful, but there is fairer than she. He that made the roses more beautiful than the rose: heis all lovely; he is the delight o everyheart.
I will show you what is strong. The lion is strong; when he raiseth up himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly and the wild beasts of the deset- hi&e themselves; for he is very terribk.






'te lioni is strong, bu~t lie that made the Tiion is stronger than him : his anger is terrible; hiecould miake us die in a mount, and none zould s're us from his hand,
Iwill shew you what is glorious.~ The sun Isgirious.~ When he shineth in the clear sky, whenlie sitteth onhis brightthone in the
heavnsand ookth aroa oveallthe earth, hie is the most glorious and ex~cellent object the eye can behold.
The sun is glorious, but lie that mnade the sunf is more glorious than he. The eye be-> holdeth him not for his brighitness is nm0tedazzling than we could bear. He seteth in all dai~k places; by night as well as by day ; and. the light of his counteriaoce is over all his works.
Who is this great namie, and what i' hecalled, that my lips may praise him ?
ThSgeat name is GOD. He made all thlngs, but he is himself inore excellent thaui
al hich he bath miate; they are beautiful. but he is beauty; they are strong but he is' strength; they are jperfct, but hie is perfection.

HYMN V.
TnFa glorious sun is set in the west the night dews fall ; and the air which was sultry becomes cool.
The flowers fold up their coloured leaves; they fold themselves ui ani& hans theit beatle on- the slender stalk.






The chickens are gathered under the hen, and are at rest; the hen herself is at rest also.
The lih birds have ceased theirwarbling; the are asleep on the boughs, each one with
M behindd his wing. Z
There is no, murmur of bees around the hive, or amongst the honied woodbines4 they have done tbilmk work, a&nd lie close in their waxen cels
'Ile -sheep rest upon their soft fleeces, and their loud bleating is no more heard amongst

there is no sound of a number of voices, or of children at play, or the trample of busy feet, and of people hurrying to and fro.
The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter.
All men are stretched on their quiet beds; and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother.
Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground; every eye is shut, and every Imaud is still.
Who taketh care of all people when they are sunk in sleep; when they cannot defend themselves, nor see if danger approacheth ?
There is an eye that never sleepoth; there is an eye that seeth in the dark night, as well as in the bright sunshine.
When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon; when there isno lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling through the thick clouds; that eye seeth every where, in all i2






plp,1an watcheth continuallyover akihem



,yr ove 4l



Ifa-i*ies pelt ith o1 'rh ~Mee ittjeii not iseepdqiue yhaf is alays trheJout vr s
He made sleep torerh, i neve wei yr-weary he tlle onih, thtv ur~ tep
in quet.hr u 4~e
As -te~ mohe you tlin about Oe .e wty Be inger oher lip and~e wAr le eiy ttlerk n~ose, tht her infant masigot bdistabed
assedahthu~e vs.arud&b,
ado shttthou he gh fon. whs we lie
eyes; so Goddiawet lcais .-.of 4*-























HYMN VI.
CHILD 'of reason, whence comest thoui What has thinie eye observed, and whither has thy foot been wandering ?
I have been wandering along the meadows, in the thick grass; the cattle were feeding ~aro~ m, or reposingin the cool shade; the or*P rng up under the furrow;. the poppy mlthe heir-bell gr-ew among the wheat; the elds were bright with summer, and glowing VIAh beauty.
Didt thou see niothinig ime? ThdSt thoIL bserve nothing I-wsides ? Return again, child f reason, for there are greater things thar, ese. kGod was among the ids; and diLst






thou not pecive hiniutj Hi euy a
sunshine.th






the n 4wiprdaogt~-s teho

others sn tatac othe am s #thei
Did4410 hea noti u t~h umr o
the brok' o wth; bo the whitn str e so
Rasesovtte ky e rro
thr, r greter-hincan hee:.. Gd wase
4urimi"th wate' hits tnttlbwabld

theshde an -ditthou brigh at~)tendie Vs~w *e'aioa? ,Ia~riin b!ehid ohe tres another appeaeri the~ tlar thaen Wrege. Ii sta~ black tloudsaie nd rc toward tesoth threlighting satnd i tliik lhesa o ed sy h hudr rw ed aistne ieeyitwecae neas an e







eound we bear,ie is seen in allIthat zr eyes behold : nthing P1 hild of reasoni, without Cod: let Godthxfoe, be in alltbytogt










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HYMN V11.
4 obMu, let us go into the thick shadIe, for it is the noon of the (lay, and the suzjuner sun beats hot upon our heads.
'The shade is pieasabt, atnd cool: the branches meet itbue our heads, a~nd shut out the sun, as with a green curtain4 ithe grass is soft to ouir feet, and a clear, bro4i washies ft roots of tbe trees.
The sloping bank is covered with flowrs: limbus le down uIponit; let ustho or
Iinson the fresh gras ,, and sleep for all thfing," are still, and, we are quiite alone,




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Thattle lie down tsle athe cool Adbtwe can do what is better; we can raie ur oiesto heav" we an~praise the surn adte ol shade; thee ~ttgrow upwrs and thboiosta ru~n umuing along. All the t sethat

1ienvSr' we se are hi3ov
Cam~~ werIaswoivies pt tesbg




tf t i Yes;d fohe heb arjet uslwhen We

onl Wiser msitWhen w breahne t words
heiosis hre also k in~~~us
may WAt#a# caw usiuy ekplinspea


li a hotl iwspa ~ itn hde lis oup aie. thii who tw; Jh e u owt speak,. tall


ichd ead4y gien us~ maybtiugthn l


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The budIs'spread into9 leaves, and the blossoms swell into fruit; but they knownot bow they o,'nor who ceiiseth them to ping up from the boso of the earth.,
Ask them i Wthey will tell triee; bid thema break forth intosinging~ and fill the air with
pleaskn beautnds.
They' smell sweet; they okbeuiu
but they are quite silent: no sound is in the still ai t: no mfurmur of voices among; the green leaves.
The plants and trees are made to give fruit to man; blut man is miade to praise t who inade him.
We loe to praise him, becante lieloveth to bless us; we thank himw for lifeeause it isa lesanthbin o be alive.

we love al beings because they are the creatares of G*od.
Wecannot be good, as God is good, tpal persons every where: hut we can rejoice, t every where there is a God to do themgod
We will think of God when we play, and when we work; when we walk out, and Nvhen we come in; when we sleep and when we wakce, his praise shall dwell continually upon our lips.

HYMN VIil
See where stands the cottage of the lboure,- covered with warm thatch; the mother is







spin~ning at the door;. the ywng chlde sport fore heron the,#as ;the elde ng learn to labour, antd arelbdehnt ; thlther

ehthegound, or hga e in~ thfecorn, or
shaketh thie ripe apefrmthb tre ;hi children run to meet him when he cometk
hoa, n is~r wie pereth th wholesoe
Teftethe nvtheb, and the chlrn mak~eafamily; teft~ stemse href
Iftefaily is anuerousa, antd the rnd



and mrig drn ther -reator: they are very cloel united, had are dearer to'each other than an sta1*ws.lfoleisr*t


y~n houses are, &Mt to-eth&; many' famiis live nerone another; they met to-' getb& on' the green, and in pleasatrt walks.anidtobuy and sell, and in the house .(ju stce : and theygather togther o worshiplte great Godin companies. If one is por, his neighbour helpeth hin'; I f be is sad, he comforteth him. This is a illage; see where it stands, enclosed in a green shade, and the tallI spire peeps, above the tree If there be ver' maniyhouses,jit iua twiis governed by al iagistrate.1






Many towns, and a large extet of country, make a state or kingdom: it is enclosed by mountains; it is divided by rivers; it is washed by seas : the inhabitants thereof are countrymen; they speak the same language; they make war and peace together;-a king is the ruler thereof.
Many kingdoms, and countries full of people, and islands, and large- continents, and different climates, make up this whole worldGod governeth it. The people swarm upon the face of it like ants upon a hillock a some are black with the hot sun--some cover themselves with furs against the sharp cold-some drink of the fruit of the vine-some the pleasant milk of the cocoanat-and others quench their thirst with the running stream.
All are Gods family; he knoweth every one of them, as a shepherd knoweth his flock : they pray to him in different languages, but he understandeth them all; he heareth them all: he taketh care of all: none are so gweat that he cannot punish them; none are so mean, that he will not protect them.
Negro woman, who sittest pining in captivity, and weepest over thy sick child, though no one seeth thee, God seeth thee; though no one pitieth thee' God pitieth thee: raise thy voice, forlorn and abandoned one; call upon him from amidst thy bonds, for assuredly he will hear thee.
Monarch, that rulest over an hundred estes; whoedrown is terrible as death, and whose






armIies coethlad usmtthsfa%
tugh W ee none abovetheGdi












T thee gra i f i;telltkd eila ssre ly e i

if thoof the er", ea the oade- 4gfamisth woerk, or God.a~s nth re






TFhou calist not count them thev are ininu* mere;iuch moreth things ivhich God
Th i rwethon te high mountain, anad the gryilw bends aboe he streant.
Th tisleis ared wt sharp prikles; the mvalldw is'sof'*#and woolly.
Th ho lyeth hold with her tendrils, and claspeth th tl pl: the oak hath firm root in the gtud4n 'eiteth the winter stor"
Tediy enam i the intadows, and grwt~ neath tefot of the pa~ener;
thetuipseth a pi oil, an the careful T~he iris and the. reed spring up in the warsh ; the rich r ass coveiretli te me*ado-m and the pupeIath-flwer eniveineth the waiste ground.
Thev wae iisvo beneath the stream their br levs.$at bju the water: the
wall ali takes Ak nthe hard stone, nd spreads iargacearmoig~t broken ruins.
Every lefis bra diffe~rent form: every plant hath separated inhabitanit.
Look at the thorns that are white with blos. gomns, aid the flowers that cover the fields,
d the plants that are trodden in the green th. The hand of man hath not planted hemn; the sower hath Do catered the seeds mom his hands, nor Ihe gardener digged a lace for them with his spa de. Some grow on steep rocks where no man anclimb : ini shaking bugs and deep forests,












andoeser sad;te arq V vr



whre =4 tI Iatus beerewhoV
ev r Aati li e earth who Caleth heftrvo bjrow.ery on

anld wnth e s aou in inds hegr. the* th softp frosMi ai the pithe withasmhoUaieth &ehitthe th
th bso xv, an i.~~ m co
and gm lls and s sratpo*. rierol ts pa~ relavs






ITe trees are withered, naked, and bare: they are like dry bones. Who breatheth oft them with the breath of spring, and they are covered with verdue, and green leaves sprout from the dead wood
Lo! these are part of his works, and a little portion of his wonders.
There is little need that I should tell you of God, for every thing speaks of him.
Every field is like an open book; every painted flower hath a lessoit written on'its leaves.
Every murmuring brook hath a tongue: a voice is in every whispering wind.
They all speak of him who made them they all tell ushe is very good.
We cannot see God, for he is invisible: but we can see his works, and worship- his footsteps in the green sod.
They that know the most will praise God the best; but which of us can number half his works?

HYMN X.
CitLD of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping
I have seen the rose in its beauty; it spread its leaves to the morning sun: I returned; it was dying upon its stalk; the grace of the form of it was gone; its loveliness was vanished away; the leaves thereof were scattered"





qxonthe ground, and no oe gathered thie

A stately tree grew on the plain ; i l raiiches' were covered with verdugre; i bogs spread wide and made' a goodly sha ow; the trun~k ws fike a strong pillar; t routs were like crooked fans. 'I returned the verdure was nipt by the east~ wind ; th brancheswerelIopt away by the ae; thewor ha ade its way into thIe trunk, and the hear
tlecfwas decayed : i mouldered aiway a fell tort und.
I h4ave seen th~e insect sporting in the sun shine, and darting along the stream ; their wings glittered with gold and purple: their bod Ies shone like the green einerald ; they were more nuuerous thian I could count; their motions were quicer than my eye could glan ce. I returned, they were brushed into the pool;- they were perisbng with the even-, ing breere; the swal4 $ d~dvoured them: the pike had seized them ; there were none found of so grat a mulitude.
I have seen man, in the firide of his strength; his cheeks- lowed w.ith beauty; his limbs were ful (Wactivity; h~e walked, he ran, fie rejipicedrin that lie was more excellent than those :-I returned, he lay stiff and cold on flheF bare groud; his feet could no longer xn'}veP, nor his ha nds stretch themselves out; hi ije was departed fromn him ; and the breaiti out of his no-stiis. Therefore do I weep, bcautsQ death is in the world; the




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spoiler is among the works of God: all that is made must be deroyed; all that is born must die: Let me alone for I will weep yet longer.

V YMN XI.
IT ha seen the flower withering on tihe stalk, and. its bright leaves spread on the ground:-I looked again, and it sprung forth afresh ; the stem was crowned with new buds, ami the sweetness thereof filled the air.
I have seen the sur set in the west, and the shades of night shut in the wide horizon: there was no colour nor shape, unr beauty. nor music gloom and darkness brooded around:-I looked, the sun broke forth again from the east, and gilded the mountain tops the lark rose to meet him from her low nest, and the shades of darkness fled away.
I have seen the insect, being core to its full size, languish and refuse to eat: it spunt itself into a tomb, an.d was shrouded in the silken cone: it lay without feet or shape, or power to move :-I looked again, it had burst its tomb; it was full of life, and sailed oa coloured wings through the soft air; it rejoiced in its new being.
Thus shall it be with thee, 0 man, and so shall thy life be renewed.
Thy body shall return to the dust from whenco it came, but thy soulto Gpd who gave it; and if thou art good, thou shalt be hippy evermore.






Who is he that c~~omehi from sin ad

He decendetb on a fiery cloitid; the sound 'oDfa tuptg~eth befor imtkouads of
an~l r n his right hand.5
tis Jesus, the 'Son of Goad; the S~vour of nin; thiefriend of thegod Hfe cometh ini the r>of Ft er:h bath received power frn onhi.
Morn~not, therefore, child oimqtly!
forte poiler, the crue~l spoiler that laid waste the works of Giod, is subdued: Je~sus bath con~quered death: child of immortality,




Txrose is sweet,, but it is surrounded with thorns; thelily of the valleyis fragrant, but it springeth up among bramtbles.,
The sprnng is pleasant, but it issoon past; the summer is bright, but the winter destroyeth the beauty thereof.
The rainbow is very glorious, but it is soon vanished away: life is good, but it is quickly swallowed up in death.
There is a place of ret for the righiteous.
In that laud, there is an eternal spring, auid light without any cloud.
The tree of life groweth in the midst thereof; rivers of pleasure are there, and flowerk that ever fade.






Myriads of happy spirits are there, and strround the throne of God witha perpetual

The a Is with their golden barps siag praises continually, and the cherubim fily wing of lAre.
This capatry is heaven ; it is the country of those that are good; and nothing that is wicked must inhab'it there.
The toad nust not spit his venom among trtle doves; nor the poisonous henbane grow among sweet flowers.
Neither must any one that doeth ill enter into that good land.
This earth is pleasant, for is God's earth, and it is filled with many d ightful things.
But that country i far btter therer, we shall not grieve aIny more, nor be sick any more, nor do wrong any more; there, the cold of winter shai not'wither us, nor the heats of summer scorch us.
In that country, there are no wars nor quarrels, but all love one another with dear love.
When our parents die, and are laid in the cold -ound, wesee them here no more; but there, we shallembrace them again, and live with them, and be separated no more.
There, we shall meet all good men whom we read of in holy books.
There, we shall see Abraham, the called of God, the father of the faithful; and Moses, after his long wanderings in the Arabian desert: and Elijah the prophet of God; and




so




Dn el these tlien;ad hr sin r s ofht~j Israel. h.Iere~ w ble JesusWh oa 'gn e~O be-~ will ortcsi thi o heave.,






Tht apy an i or om. e ret






SELECTION OF HYMNS,


jFO~htUI OF SUNDAY SROS






Jeran' l Paisea. hyfe

TI Elmeghty ea when atfaut twigues Wyy'pt to lidskill proia ,i.
4The hoarsw of thy namge

Oar rse th notearo ighar
Whor sehallo benlesh th feert
Thy gael asmnt lidessa

Bhold Gri yelf tue'mt eg,


Has rin th y uardia co re


Alost God~t0, 0 deign to be
My Father, Friend, anid Gaide,











1 Gra Gd acep ou og-p me




2 Next toour d, our thns i o



To hose.wh d ds d t psso-hw
Tn carrly enltingO h road,

4 Ntwleasettir theadano dp .

Torear Godth work i thinee 'alone; Tho Ilod tet act t~ohea incl w in,
o cr ontngs thi grais ol deng

Chilren.io


5 With these dear children we'll unite;
Their songs inspire us with dio-iht;
Lord while mt earth we sing hy love,
May anges jointe ntsaoe







6 Great God1, our benefactors bles%,And conthj ~work with great siccaL

0 ma we meet around thy t hrone,
Tosing ty praise in strins unknown,

Reunt theLam forever;
JssChris~t is ou redeemeri









~1 Once mor we keep the sare day,
Th aw the Saviour rise;
Once miore we tune ourinatsg
To hinz that rules the~ skie~s.

2 What wnmers vainly spend their liouru
That are to Jesus due;
Children aM parents how they live
And how they periib too.

a But we a happier few are taught
The ways of heavenly truth;








Tha1t pitieg wadrn youth.

4 Our oishhearts are prone to rr5 Teach us the wvay, while here wve learn
Torea th oly word;
el 1disuctin gwen
And mau s ine 0Lord.

6Praise toour God a~4tankwt those

*While the ric wftema





4khof Christ.

I Yonder, ama~zinig sight! I see,
The incarnate 8oki of Gott,



2 Behold the purple torrenrtsfu
Down from his hands and head. The crimson tide puts out the sun;, Ntis groans awake thec dead.






53 Th~e tembling earthi, the dark-'nod sky,.
Proclaim the. truth~ aloud;
SAnd with t1h' amaz'd ceniturion cry.
S This is the Son of GOD,

4 So graso vast a ,acrifice Mawvell my hope~ revive
If Godas own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinBr sure must live.



HY,1I N V

At the Psnefizl ofa a; -i-son.

SI When blooming yriuth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay.
Which pity munst demand.

2While pity proinpt the rising sigh,
0Omay this truth i1 resd "&
Withi awful pow'r-1 tot) ust die8ink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 Let this vin worlId engage n more; Behold the gaping tomb t
It bids us seize the present hour.
To-uiorriiy, death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene,
~May eY'ry heart ojbe7






Nor be the hieavenlyZ warning vain,~
Which calls to watch and pray.

5 0 lTUS fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save
Thn hal urhopes ascend on hi,
Aridtriumph o'er the grave.

4,Great God tyiov'rei n grace impact With cleansing, hieating- pow'r; This only can prepare the heart
*For death's surprizing hour.


H~YMN VL

&bbats ring.

I Come, dearest Lord, adbless this day, ~
Come bear our thugi from earth awai3
Now let our noblest passions rise,
With ardor to their native skies.

2 Coie, holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light uijtii us shine; And let our watigiouls be blest On this sweet day of sacred rest.

3 Then when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Cannaa's shore,
AVith all the ransom'd we shallspend., A Sabbath which shall never ePd.




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