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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.

SACRED SONGS.

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TUNE-See Kingsley's S. Choir, vol. 1, p. 84.
1 FATHER! Thy paternal care

Has my guardian been and guide ;
Every hallowed wish and prayer

Has Thy hand of love supplied ;
Thine is every thought of bliss,

Left by hours and days gone by ;
Every hope thine offspring is,

Beaming from futurity.
2 Every sun of splendid ray ;

Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;

Every evening's twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;

Every incense of Thy shrine;
These — and all life's holiest things,

And its fairest, — all are Thine.

3. And for all, my hymn shall rise

Daily to Thy gracious throne;
Thither let my asking eyes

Turn unwearied Righteous One!
Through life's strange vicissitude,

There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, through ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counselled there.

Dr. John BOWRING. 2 2

Hymn for the-Opening of School, [7.]

TUNE— “ Edyfield.
1 SUPPLIANT, lo! Thy children bend,

Father, for Thy blessing ;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend;

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2 With the peace Thy word imparts,

Be the taught and teachers blest;
In our lives and in our hearts,

Father, be Thy laws impressed.

3 Pour into each longing mind,

Light and pardon from above;
Charity for all our kind,

Trusting faith, and holy love.

GREY.

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Morning Hymn.
[L. M.] TUNE -" Naylon." Whatverk
1 While nature welcomes in the day,

My heart its earliest vows would pay,
To Him whose care hath kindly kept,
My life from danger while I slept.

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2 His genial rays the sun renews ;

How bright the scene with glittering dews!
The blushing flowers more beauteous bloom,
And breathe more rich their sweet perfume.

3 So may the Sun of righteousness

With kindliest beams my bosom bless,
Warm into life each heavenly seed,
To bud and bear some generous deed.

4 Oh may each day my heart improve,

Increase my faith, my hope, my love;
And thus its shades around me close,
More wise and holy than I rose.

PROF. FRISBIE.*

So [C. M.]

TUNE

6 Lenox."
1 Ye tribes of Adam join,

With heaven and earth and seas,
And offer notes divine,
To
your

Creator's praise.
Ye holy throng
Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,

Begin the song

2 The shining worlds above,

In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move,
By His supreme command.

He spake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came,

To praise the Lord.

3 Virgins and youths, engage,

To sound His praise divine,
While infancy and age

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,
His name be sung
By every tongue,
In endless strains.

DR. WATTS.

*

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Silver Lake. [L. M.]

AIR - "Silver Lake."
Vide Nason's " Vocal Class Book," p. 78.
1 On thy fair bosom, silver lake!

The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break,

As down he bears before the gale. 2 On thy fair bosom, waveless stream!

The dipping paddle echoes far,
And flashes in the moonlight gleam,

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,
And see the mist of mantling blue

Float round the distant mountain's side. 5 On thy fair bosom, silver lake!

O! I could ever sweep the oar,
When early birds at morning wake,
And evening tells us toil is o'er.

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.

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