poorer members of the congregations; and the Editor, being anxious that all classes of the community should be able to take part in the devotional exercise of singing the praises of the Almighty in the public Congregation, resolved to issue the Hymns without the music, at a price which should place the publication within the means of the humblest classes. Whatever may be the merits or the demerits of the Selection, the Editor can safely say that he has undertaken his task conscientiously, unbiassed by any partyspirit, and uninfluenced by sectarianism. His sole object, throughout the undertaking, has been to collect from the writings of accredited authors, such Hymns as are adapted for public singing in Churches—such hymns, in fact, as fitly express what ought to be the feelings of every sincere and devout worshipper. CHURCH WALK, ULVERSTON, HYMNS. HYMN 1. Again the day returns of sacred rest, guide; In life our guardian, and in death our friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end. HYMN 2. All hail the great Immanuel's Name ! Ye angels, prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. B Crown Him ye martyrs of our God, Who from His altar call : And crown Him Lord of all. Ye ransom'd from the fall, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye nations great and small, And crown Him Lord of all. We at his feet may fall, And crown Him Lord of all. HYMN 3. Almighty Father ! rob'd with light, Seated upon Thy heav'nly throne, O teach our hearts to feel aright, And tongues to say “ Thy will be done." In all Thy just and righteous ways Thy grace and goodness may we own, For ev'ry mercy yield our praise, O Lord, “ Thy will be done.” And when oppress’d with grief we lie, When brighter scenes are fled and gone, Still may our souls submissive cry, Father in Heav'n, “ Thy will be done.” And say, HYMN 4. Almighty Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to Thy praise. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears ; How frail at best is dying man ! How vain are all his hopes and fears. Oh! be a nobler portion mine! My God! I bow before Thy throne; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on Thee alone. HYMN 5. Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth ; [ship, Come and worship-Come and wor Worship Christ the new-born King. Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flock by night ; God with man is now residing ; Yonder shines the infant light; [ship, Come and worship-Come and wor Worship Christ the new-born King. Saints, before the altar bending, Waiting long with hope and fear; Suddenly the Lord descending, Come and worship-Come and wor Worship Christ the new-born King. Sinners wrung with true repentance, Doom'd for guilt to endless pains; Justice now revokes the sentence, Grace is given to break your chains; Come and worship_Come and wor ship, Worship Christ the new-born King. HYMN 6. As through this wilderness I stray, |