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HYMN 10. L. M.
King of Nations. Psa. xlvii. 6,7. lxxii. 10--14.
Does bis successive journeys run ;
Tili moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 Bebold the islands, with their kings,
And Europe ber best tribute brings;
To pay their homage at his feet.
There India shines in eastern gold;
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord. 4 For Him shall endless pray’r be made, And praises throng to crown his head
; His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song:
Their early blessings on his name.
The pris’ner leaps to loose his chains ;
And all the sons of want are blest.
Death and the curse are known no more ;
More blessings than their father lost. 8 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to their King ;
WATTS. And earth repeat the long Amen.
HYMN 11. L. M.
S show'rs on meadows newly mowo,
Jesus shall shed his blessings down ;
Earth shall renew her blissful crops.
Have long been desolate and dry,
And sudden greens and herbage wear.
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Which sanctifies and saves our race.
Descend, and cheer the fainting flow'rs ;
Falls the sweet influence from above. 5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
To me, but pour’d on all mankind,
HYMN 12. S. M. Salvation, Righteousness and Strength. Isa. xlix. 6. lix. 16, 17.
xxvi. 4. Ps. lxxi. 15, 16.
His Godhead from bis throne;
By which I will be known.
In darkness and distress,
To my recov'ring grace.
3 Sinners shall bear the sound;
Their thankful tongues shallow
In thee, O Lord, alone.
And see their guilt forgir'n;
And take the saints to heav'n.
HYMN 13. C. M.
The Saviour promis'd long!
And ev'ry voice a song.
Exerts its sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held :
The iron fetters yield.
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure;
Thy welcome sball proclaim;
With thy beloved name.
HYMN 14. C. M.
WHILE shepherds watch’d their flocks by night,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around. 2 “ Fear pot,” said he, (for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind ;) “Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
Is born of David's line,
And this shall be the sigo :
To human view display'd,
And in a manger laid.”
Appear’d a shining throng
Address'd their joyful song:
And to the earth be peace ;
RISE, and hail the happy day;
Cast all low cares of life away,
With healing in his wings.
2 If angels, on that happy morn
Pour'd forth their joyful songs ;
To whom that grace belongs.
To hymn the happy day,
Praise. Ps. xxix. 2. xxiv. l. lxvii. 5.
Let earth receive her King :
Let men their songs employ;
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.