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HYMN 90. P.M.
The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ. (cont.)

4	And take his servants up To their eternal home: We soon shall hear the Archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, REJOICE.

HYMN 91. P.M.
The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ.

1	WHEN the blest day of Pentecost Was fully come; the Holy Ghost    Descended from above, Sent by the Father and the Son: The Sender and the Sent are one,    The Lord of life and love.
2	But were the first disciples blest With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest    Be pass'd unheeded by? What? Has the Holy Ghost forgot To quicken souls, that Christ has bought;    And let them lifeless lie?
3	No, thou almighty Paraclete! Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ'nce yet;    Thou visit'st sinners still: Thy breath of life, thy quick'ning flame, Thy pow'r, thy Godhead, still the same,    We own; because we feel.

HYMN 92. S.M.
A morning hymn.

1	SEE how fche mounting sun    Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,    With ev'ry brightening ray.
2	Thus would my rising soul    Her heav'nly Parent sing; And to her great Original,    Her humbler tribute bring.

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HYMN 92. S.M.
A morning hymn. (cont.)

3	Serene I laid me down    Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found    My kind Preserver near!
4	Thus doth thine arm support    This weak defenceless frame; But whence such favours, Lord, to me,    All worthless as I am?
5	O! how shall I repay    The bounties of my God This feeble spirit pants beneath    The pleasing, painful load.
6	Dear Saviour, to thy cross    I bring my sacrifice; Cleans'd by thy blood, it shall ascend    With fragrance to the skies.
7	My life I would anew    Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service wish to spend    A long eternity.

HYMN 93. C.M.
A morning hymn.

1	ONCE more, my soul, the rising day    Salutes thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay    To him, that rules the skies.
2	Night unto night his name repeats,    The day renews the sound; Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits,    To turn the seasons round.
3	'Tis he supports my mortal frame;    My tongue shall speak his praise: My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,    And yet his wrath delays.