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ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION.
In preparing a new edition of this work, the metres of the hymns have been carefully designated, in order that they may be readily adapted to appropriate music; and some brief explanatory notes and references have been inserted. It is hoped that these additions; together with several beautiful hymns which have been introduced near the close, will enhance the value of the book, and render it worthy of a still greater share of public patronage.
NEWBURYPORT, September, 1849.
Has my guardian been and guide ;
Has Thy hand of love supplied ;
Left by hours and days gone by ;
Beaming from futurity.
Every moon that shines serene;
Every evening's twilight scene;
Every incense of Thy shrine;
And its fairest, — all are Thine.
3. And for all, my hymn shall rise
Daily to Thy gracious throne;
Turn unwearied Righteous One!
There reposing all my care,
Dr. John BOWRING. 2 2
Hymn for the-Opening of School, [7.]
TUNE— “ Edyfield.”
Father, for Thy blessing ;
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2 With the peace Thy word imparts,
Be the taught and teachers blest;
Father, be Thy laws impressed.
3 Pour into each longing mind,
Light and pardon from above;
Trusting faith, and holy love.
My heart its earliest vows would pay,
2 His genial rays the sun renews ;
How bright the scene with glittering dews!
3 So may the Sun of righteousness
With kindliest beams my bosom bless,
4 Oh may each day my heart improve,
Increase my faith, my hope, my love;
So [C. M.]
With heaven and earth and seas,
Begin the song
2 The shining worlds above,
In glorious order stand,
He spake the word,
To praise the Lord.
3 Virgins and youths, engage,
To sound His praise divine,
Their feebler voices join.
* This accomplished scholar was born at Ipswich, Mass. in 1784. He was appointed to the chair of Moral Philosophy at Cambridge, in 1817, and died in 1821.
Wide as He reigns,
Silver Lake. [L. M.]
AIR - "Silver Lake."
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
As down he bears before the gale. 2 On thy fair bosom, waveless stream!
The dipping paddle echoes far,
And bright reflects the polar star. 3 The waves along thy pebbly shore,
As blows the north wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar,
As late the boatman hies him home.
4 How sweet, at set of sun, to view
Thy golden mirror, spreading wide,
Float round the distant mountain's side. 5 On thy fair bosom, silver lake!
O! I could ever sweep the oar,
DR. JAMES G. PERCIVAL.
* Dr. Isaac Watts, the greatest lyric poet of his age, was born at Southampton in 1674, and died at Newington in 1748. His “ Psalms and Hymns ” have had a more extensive circulation than any other work, excepting the Bible, in the English language.