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3 Be witness, heav'n, and every power,
Who deign to mark the hallow'd hour,
Record the plighted faith;
Soft vigils keep, auspicious bend,
On every devious walk attend,
And strew with flow'rs their path.

4 May smiling pleasures, blooming joys,
Fair hope sublim'd, which never cloys,
Gild every added day;
No dark suspicion rise between,
With blighting influence cloud the scene,
Chasing sweet peace away.

5 May mellowing love with friendship blend,
Esteem with lighted torch ascend,
And fan the sacred fire;
May young complacency improve,
Graft reason on the stock of love,
And joys serene inspire.

6 May chastity, with garland crown'd,
And honour's sacred charms be found,
To guard the gentle pair.

May love unfeign'd their bosoms shield,
And conscious duty, pleasure yield,
Truth, spotless and sincere.

7 May sense and temper still preside,
Discretion all their actions guide,
Bright virtue still the base;
Fair candour spread a mutual veil,
As human errors shall assail,

With silent tears erase.

8 May each domestic joy arise,
And home felt blessings may they prize,
Budding on peace serene.

May she each matron grace assume,
Around connubial life which bloom,
To gild the opening scene.

9 May he the lover still confess,
Still live to honour, shield and bless
The fair whom he receives;

For when the ills of life surround,
In the torn breast inflict the wound,
Sweet amity relieves.

10 When gloomy pangs assault the soul,
When evil fills her poison'd bowl,
And passion swells the breast,
Then may soft reason brighter glow,
The balm of sapient pity flow,
And smile the storm to rest.

11 As they the path of life shall tread,
May confidence her banners spread,
And well taught judgment sway.
May friendship's sweetest joys abound,
And fair religion still be found,
To point the better way.

Mrs. MURRAY.

HYMN 442. L. M.

Patience.

ATIENCE, O what a grace divine,

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Sent from the God of peace and love!

That leans upon its Father's hand,
As through the wilds of life we rove.

2 By patience we serenely bear

The troubles of our mortal state;
And wait contented our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
3 Though we in full sensation feel

The weight, the wounds our God ordains,
We smile amidst our heaviest woes,
And triumph in our sharpest pains.

4 O for this grace to aid us on,

And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till life's tumultuous voyage is o'er,
We reach the port of endless rest!
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5 Faith into vision shall be brought,
Hope shall in full enjoyment die;
And patience in possession end
In the bright world of bliss on high.

HYMN 443.

PRAISE

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Sevens Metre.

Praise in Prosperity and Adversity.
RAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our songs employ.
9 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the gen'rous olive's use;

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain,
Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;
4 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land:
All that lib'ral autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores;

5 These to thee, our God, we owe,
Source, whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem, the op'ning ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop its green untimely fruit;

7 Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Though the sick'ning flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

8 Yet to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solema praise;
And, when ev'ry blessing 's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

MRS. BARBAULD.

HYMN

444.

L. M.

Faith in God in a Ti me of Distress. Habakkuk iii. 17, 18.

HOULD famine o'er the mourning field
Extend her desolating reign;

Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the rip'ning grain :
2 Should lowing herds and bleating sheep
Around their famish'd master die;
And hope itself expiring weep,
Whilst life deplores its last supply;
3 Amidst the dark, the deathful scene,
If I can say, The Lord is mine,
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,
And glory dawn, though life decline.
4 The God of my salvation lives,
My nobler life he will sustain ;
His word immortal vigour gives,
Nor shall my hope or trust be vain.
Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
Though ev'ry earthly comfort die ;
Thy love can bid my pain depart,
Aud raise my sacred pleasures high.
6 O let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine!
The barren desert shall rejoice;
Tis paradise if thou be mind.

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MRS. STEELE.

HYMN 445. L. M.

Faith in God's Names.

ING to the Lord, who loud proclaims
His various and his saving names;

O may they not be heard alone,

But by our sure experience known.

2 The great Jehovah be ador'd,
Th' eternal, ali-sufficient Lord ;

He through the world most high confess'd,
By whom 'twas form'd, and is possess'd.

3 Awake, our noblest pow'rs, to bless
The God of Abrah'm, God of peace;
Now by a dearer title known,

Father and God of Christ his Son.

4 Through ev'ry age, his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' pray'r ;
Nor can one humble soul complain
That he hath sought his God in vain.
5 What unbelieving heart shall dare,
In whispers to suggest a fear?

While still he owns his ancient name,
The same his pow'r, his love the same.

6 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes;
And boldly through the desert tread,

For God will guard where God shall lead. Doddridge.

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The Brazen Serpent.

So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high;

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The sick forebore to die.

2 "Look upward in th' expiring hour,
And live," the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

3 High on the cross the Saviour hung;
High in the heav'ns he reigns;
Here sinners, by the serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains,

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