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Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend!
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning pow'r extend!
4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son,

Mysterious Godhead, Three in one!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!

HYMN 79.

1 WE give immortal praise

(II. 4)

To God the Father's love,

For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above: .
He sent his own
Eternal Son,

To die for sins

That man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,

Who sav'd us by his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives,

And now he reigns,

And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

s To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the souf
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God! to thee

Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one:
Where reason fails

With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,

And love adores.

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ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!

'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone

Our prostrate hopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,
Thy dreadful pow'r display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name!

4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;

Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When God, our God, is near.

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1 DREAD Jehovah God of nations!
From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,
Now for their deliv'rance rise:
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.

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Prayer and Hope of Victory.

1 NOW may the God of grace and pow'r Attend his people's humble cry; Defend them in the needful hour, And send deliv'rance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear,

And hymns of peace conclude our song.

THANKSGIVING-DAY.

HYMN 83.

PART 1.

(III. 2.)

1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ:
All to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
s Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams
Pure religion's holier beams;

Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

PART 2.

5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip'ning ear;
Though the sick'ning flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Should thinealter'd hand restrain
Th' early and the latter rain,
Blast each op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heaven is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

HYMN 84.

(c. M.)

1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!

The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above

Matur'd the swelling grain;

A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway:
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.

HYMN 85.

(L. M.)

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

1 SALVATION doth to God belong,

His power and grace shall be our song; From him alone all mercies flow, His arm alone subdues the foe! 2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's prayer; And though deliv'rance he may stay, Yet answers still in his own day. 30 may this goodness lead our land, Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand, The tribute of its love to bring To thee, our Saviour and our King; 4 Till every public temple raise A song of triumph to thy praise; And every peaceful, private home, To thee a temple shall become. 5 Still be it our supreme delight To walk as in thy glorious sight; Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Till life's last hour, to persevere,

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL

OCCASIONS.

BAPTISM.

HYMN 86.

(III. 3.)

1

AVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding,
With the shepherd's kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share;

2 Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in thy gracious armThere, we know thy word believingOnly there, secure from harm.

3 Never from thy pasture roving, Let them be the Lion's prey;

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