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APPENDIX TO THE HYMNS for CHILDREN.

(Not to the London Edition.)

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HYMN I. KNOWLEDGE of GOD.

I

Shine forth, eternal Source of Light,
And make thy glories known;
Fill my enlarg'd, adoring sight
With lustre all thine own.

II

Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise
Are in thy presence lost.
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III

To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill:
True science is to read thy Name,
True life t'obey thy will.

IV

For this I long, for this I pray,
And following on, pursue,
Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.

HYMN II. LOVE of GOD.

I

Great God of Love!—that charming name
Should all my powers controul;
Should make my best affections flame
And kindle all my soul.
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II

Nor I, nor Angels round the throne
Can love to what's thy due;
Beauties divine to them unknown
Pass all they have in view.

III

When they have stretch'd their wings for flight,
The steep ascent to try;
Struck with the vast and boundless height,
In wonder lost they lie.

IV

Yet they for ever wonder on
And gaze with high delight:
And love the Infinite unknown,
With all their mind and might.

V

I too would lift mine eyes to see
What Angels can't explore,
With fix'd attention gaze at Thee,
And wonder and adore.
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VI

O clear mine eyes, my heart inflame,
With love fill up my soul;
Let this affection reign supreme,
And all my powers controul.

HYMN III. FEAR of GOD.

I

Celestial King, our spirits lie
Trembling beneath thy feet;
And wish, and cast a longing eye
To reach thy lofty seat.

II

In Thee, what endless wonders meet!
What various glory shines!
The crossing rays too fiercely beat
Upon our fainting minds.
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III

Destruction waits upon thy frown,
And heav'n attends thy smile;
A wreath of lightning arms thy crown,
But love adorns it still.

IV

Angels are lost in sweet surprize,
If thou unveil thy grace;
And humble awe runs thro' the skies,
When wrath arrays thy face.

V

Created powers, how weak they be,
How short our praises fall!
So much akin to nothing we,
And Thou th'eternal all.

VI

Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore!
For the weak pinions of our minds
Can stretch a thought no more.
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HYMN IV. TRUST in GOD.

I

Great Source of boundless Power and Grace,
Attend my mournful cry;
In the dark hour of deep distress,
To Thee, to Thee I fly.

II

Thou art my strength, my life, my stay,
Assist my feeble trust;
Drive these distressing fears away,
And raise me from the dust.

III

O, let me call thy Grace to mind,
And trust thy glorious name;
Jehovah pow'rful, wise and kind,
For ever is the same.
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IV

Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
When earthly comforts die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,
And raise my pleasures high.

V

Here let me rest, in Thee depend,
My God, my Hope, my All;
Be Thou my everlasting friend,
And I can never fall.

HYMN V. COMMUNION with GOD.

I

Our heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near;
With both our friendship shall be sweet,
And our communion dear.
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II

God pities all our griefs,
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect my soul,
And wise to guide my way.

III

How large his bounties are!
What various stores of good
Diffus'd thro' my Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood.

IV

Jesus, my living head,
I bless thy faithful care;
Mine advocate before the throne,
And my forerunner there.

V

Here fix, my roving heart,
Here wait my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete
In nobler scenes above.
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HYMN VI. CHRISTIAN LOVE.

I

Let men of high conceit and zeal,
Their fervors and their faith proclaim;
If Charity be wanting still,
The rest is but a sounding name.

II

Patient and meek, she suffers long,
And slowly her resentments rise;
Soon she forgets the greatest wrong,
And soon forgives her enemies.

III

She drives all malice from her breast,
To ill suspicions ne'er gives way;
But ever hopes and thinks the best,
And as she thinks, is apt to say.

IV

She envies none their better state,
But makes her neighbours bliss her own;
Nor vaunts herself with mind elate,
But still a modest air puts on.
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V

Her neighbour's infamy and ill,
To her no entertainment give;
She's pleas'd to see him prosper still,
And still in good repute to live.

VI

This is the Grace that reigns on high,
And brightly will for ever burn:
When Hope shall in enjoyment die,
And Faith to intuition turn.

HYMN VII. HUMILITY.

I

Folly builds high upon the Sand,
But lowly let my Basis be;
Firm as a Rock my Hope shall stand,
Deep founded in Humility.
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II

Content, when threat'ning Ills obtrude,
Sweet meek-ey'd Patience, arm my Soul;
And let a prudent Fortitude
Teach me my passions to controul.

III

My God, I long to know Thee still,
To love, and fear, and trust Thee more,
To live submissive to thy Will,
And whilst I feel thy Grace, adore.

IV

My Faith and Love, obedient be;
Dear Saviour! teach me thy Commands;
My ardent Soul still follows thee,
And trusts her Int'rests in thy Hands.

V

Let Love and Mercy, all divine,
Justice, descending from the Skies,
Kindness and Truth, my Heart incline,
Still to forgive mine Enemies.
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VI

Thus may I act the Christian Part,
The Social, Human and Divine,
Whilst a wise Zeal inspires my Heart;
Then shall I know that Heaven is mine.

HYMN VIII. WISDOM.

I

Father of Lights, conduct my feet
Thro' Life's dark, dang'rous road;
And, O, let ev'ry step still bring
Me nearer to my God.

II

Let Heaven-ey'd Prudence be my guide,
And, when I go astray,
Recall my feet, from folly's path,
Into a better way.
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III

Teach me thro' ev'ry various scene
To keep my end in view,
And whilst I tread life's mazy track
Let wisdom be my clue.

IV

That Wisdom which is from above
Abundantly impart;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart;

V

Till it shall lead me to thyself,
Fountain of Bliss and Love:
And all my darkness be dispers'd
In endless light above.
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HYMN IX. OBEDIENCE.

I

Thee, dearest Lord, my soul adores,
I would be only Thine;
To Thee my heart and all its pow'rs
I willingly resign.

II

Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy Grace impart,
That I may live to Thee.

III

Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

IV

Whate'er thy Providence denies
I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise,
Lord, bend my will to Thine.
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V

Be this the purpose of my soul,
And my determin'd choice,
To yield to thy supreme controul,
And in thy will rejoice.

VI

O, may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wander from thy ways;
But (which is all my soul's desire)
Help me to sing thy praise.

HYMN X. FORGIVENESS of INJURIES.

I

And is the Gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
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II

Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife,
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life!

III

O, how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live!

IV

Dispensing good where'er he came,
His greatest foes still felt his love!
O, if we love the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move!

V

Their malice rag'd without a cause,
Yet, with his last expiring breath,
He pray'd for murderers on the cross,
And bless'd his enemies in death.
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VI

Lord, shall thy bright example shine
So long in vain before mine eyes!
Give me a soul akin to thine,
To bless and love mine enemies.

HYMN XI. CONTENTMENT.

I

God's all my portion, all my good,
From his rich mercy flows;
And his good Providence secures
The blessings he bestows.

II

I envy not the great man's state,
Nor pine to see his store;
With what I have I'm pleased much,
With what I hope for more.
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III

Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practise all that's good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And he'll provide me food.

IV

I charge my thoughts, Be humble still,
And all thy carriage mild,
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

V

The meek, at last, the earth possess,
They are the Heirs of Heaven;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are given.
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HYMN XII. ODE to the CREATOR.

I

The spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue æthereal Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a shining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

II

Th'unweary'd Sun from Day to Day
Does his Creator's Pow'r display,
And publishes, to ev'ry Land,
The Work of an Almighty Hand.

III

Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the Story of her Birth.

IV

While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they roll,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.
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V

What, though in solemn Silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball!
What though, nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found!

VI

In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The Hand that made us is divine.

HYMN XIII. For CHRISTMAS-DAY.

I

High let us swell our tuneful Notes
And join th'angelic Throng,
For Angels no such Love have known,
T'awake a chearful song. T'awake, &c.
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II

Good-will to sinful Men is shewn,
And Peace on Earth is giv'n,
For lo! th'incarnate Saviour comes
With Messages from Heav'n. With, &c.

III

Justice and Grace, with sweet Accord,
His rising Beams adorn;
Let Heav'n and Earth in Concert join,
Now such a Child is born. Now such, &c.

IV

Glory to God in highest Strains,
In highest Worlds be paid;
His Glory by our Lips proclaim'd,
And by our Lives display'd. And by, &c.

V

When shall we reach those blissful Realms
Where Christ exalted reigns;
And learn of the Celestial Choir,
Their own immortal Strains. Their, &c.
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HYMN XIV. For GOOD-FRIDAY.

I

Awake, my Soul! this solemn Day,
To Notes deep, melting, soft, and slow,
Sing in some Heart-affecting Lay,
The Man of God, yet Man of Woe.

II

Speak first his Sorrow and Dismay,
When thrice in Agony he pray'd
The bitter Cup might pass away,
But pray'd in vain celestial Aid.

III

Then paint the Scourge and thorny Crown,
The wanton Marks of foul Disgrace:
His precious Blood fast trickling down
His radiant, more than Angel Face.

IV

And last, the cursed Tree, recall,
Whereon thy Lord, thy God, was tied:
Till pale and faint, disown'd by all,
He bow'd his sacred Head and died.
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V

But who can sing this piercing Scene?
They, only they who sing above;
Ye Seraphs then inspire some Strain
Worthy to laud such wond'rous Love.

HYMN XV. For EASTER-SUNDAY.

I

Jesus Christ is risen to day,
Hallelujah.
Our triumphant Holy-Day;
Who did once upon the Cross,
Suffer to redeem our Loss.

II

Hymns of Praise then let us sing,
Unto Christ our heav'nly King;
Who endur'd the Cross and Grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
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III

But the Pains which he endur'd,
Our Salvation hath procur'd;
Now above the Sky He's King,
Where the Angels ever sing.
Hallelujah.

HYMN XVI. For WHIT-SUNDAY.

I

Creator Spirit, by whose Aid
The World's Foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry pious Mind,
Come, pour thy Joys on Human Kind.

II

From Sin and Sorrow set us free,
And make thy Temples worthy thee:
Illumine our dull darken'd Sight,
Thou Source of uncreated Light.
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III

Make us eternal Truths receive,
And practice all that we believe;
Give us thyself that we may see,
The Father and the Son by thee.

IV

Immortal Honours, endless Fame,
Attend th'Almighty Father's Name;
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for lost Man's Redemption dy'd.

V

And equal Adoration be,
Creator, Spirit, paid to thee:
“Come, visit ev'ry pious Mind;
“Come, pour thy Joys on Human Kind!
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The LORD's PRAYER.

Accept, most gracious God, our grateful Lays,
And let the Muse proclaim thy boundless praise.
Soon may thy Kingdom come;—Soon may we see
Time swallow'd up in vast Eternity!
Soon may our Souls to the third Heav'ns arise,
And view their Maker with immortal Eyes!
Thy Will be done!—In thee we put our trust;
For what thou will'st is ever right and just:
In all thy brute Creation here below,
Whilst they yet live their daily food bestow.
But unto us, who boast a nobler Race,
Add to thy Gift of Bread, thy Gift of Grace.
Forgive our Sins, and thy Compassion show
To those, who on the Poor their alms bestow.
Let not th'infernal Foe our Souls ensnare;
Nor let our Trials prove too strong to bear:
For thine's the Glory:—Thine's the Might, the Pow'r:
And thou'rt the only God whom we adore.
The End.
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