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9 Inspir'd to praise I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song : And love and gratitude divine Attune my joyful tongue.
HYMN 576. L. M.
The Resurrection. Matt. xxviji. 2---4.
VHE silent noon of night was past,
Wben sudden gloom the sky o'ercast,
And quench'd in darkness all the scene. 2 The centinels around the tomb,
In which the murder'd Jesus lay,
Look'd forward from the dreary gloom
With anxious eyes for coming day.
3 But, bark! beneath, the rumbling earth
Began with inward roars to rock,
As if her entrails from their girib
Were bursting with-impetuous shock. 4 Th'affrighted soldiers rais’d their eyes
To angry Heav'n in fear-form'd pray'r ;
But, lo! new terror in the skies!
A mighty spirit in the air !
5 Like lightning's fire his count'nance beam'd,
His garments glitter'd white as snow;
Wrapp'd in a blaze of light, he seem'd
Descending tow'rds the earth below. 6 They suok, in terror overwhelm'd
Struck to the quaking ground with dread:
The iron warrior, mail'd' and helm'd,
Lay pale and senseless as the dead. ng Soon to the earth the seraph came,
Soon was the rocky door thrown wide,
The quick-returning vital flame
Re-animates the Crucified !
8 With radiant glory compass'd round,
Forth walks the Conqueror girt with might;
The prostrate seraph licks the ground,
Eclips'd in his Creator's light.
9 How chang’d the scene!-of late, the mirth
And passive scorn of soldiers rude:
But now, while they lie stretch'd on earth,
He walks, too glorious to be view’d.
10 Behold yon tyrant! stript and bare,
In his own fetters bound, he lies;
His sceptre broken, while the air
Is troubled with his wailing cries.
11 Well may'st thou wail! the time draws nigh,
('This Resurrection seals the doom)
When thou, with all thy pow'r shalt die,
And all thy captives leave the tomb. J. M. G.
HYMN 577. C. M.
VHO' faint and sick, and worn away
With poverty and woe,
My widow'd feet are doom'd to stray,
'Mid thorny paths below;
2 Be Thou, O Lord ! my Saviour still-
My confidence and guide!
I know that perfect is Thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.
3 I know the soul that trusts in Thee
Thou never wilt forsake; And though a bruised reed I be,
That reed thou wilt not break. 4 Then, keep me, Lord ! where'er I
Support me on my way; Though worn with poverty and
woe, My widow'd footsteps stray ! 5 To give my weakness strength, O God ! Thy staff shall
avail : And though thou chasten with thy rod,
That staff shall never fail.
HYMN 578. C. M.
The Condescension of God. 1 Kings viii. 91.
VTERNAL pow'r, almighty God,
Who can approach thy throne ?
Accessless light is thy abode,
To angel-eyes unknown. 2 Before the radiance of thine eye
The heav’os no longer sbine, And all the glories of the sky
Are but the shade of thine.
3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend
To cast a look below,
To this vile world thy notice bend,
These seats of sin and woe?
It oh! to shew thy smiling face,
To bring thy glories near
Amazing and transporting grace
To dwell with mortals here ! 5 How strange! how awful is thy love!
With trembling we adore : Not all the exalted miods above
Its wonders can explore.
6 While golden harps, and angel tongues
Resound immortal lays,
Great God, permit our humble songs
To rise and mean thy praise. MRS. STEELE.
TO THE FIRST LINES OF THE HYUNS.
!, the evening shades
Absurd and vain attempt to bind
Again our weekly labours end
Again the Lord of life and light
A God, a God, the wide earth shouts
Ah! wretched souls, who strive in vain
A joyful song to God
All earthly charms, however dear
All hail, mysterious King
All hail, victorious Saviour, hail
All hail, redeeming Lord
All hail the power of Jesus' name
All-knowing God,'tis thine to know
All pature feels attractive pow'r
All nature speaks, let men give ear
Almighty author of my frame
Almighty Maker, Lord of all
Almighty goodness, power divine
Almighty Maker, God
Amazing, beanteous change
Amidst the heav'nly pow'rs sublime
And will the Majesty of Heaven
And will the Eternal King
And is the gospel peace and love
And why do Christians thus contend
Angels, roll the rock away,
Another six days' work is doue
Are pot thy mercies sovereigo still
Arise, and hail the happy day
Arise from thy wilderness state
As the good shepherd gently leads
As we advance in wisdom's ways
As shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep
As showers on meadows newly mown
At the portals of thy house
At thy command, our blessed Lord
Attend wbilat God's exalted son
Attend, my soul, with reverent awe
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes
Awake our drowsy souls
Awake our souls, away our fears
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue
Awake, and sing the song
Awake our souls, and bless his name
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays
Away with our sorrow and fear
Away from every mortal care
Away with our fears, the glad morning appears
BEAR me, ye spirits of the blest
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Before the rosy dawn of day
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
Begin, my soul, the lofty strain
Behold the brilliant sun
Behold, where in a mortal form
Behold, where breathing love divine
Bebold the living tree
Behold, the blind their sight receive
Behold that wise, that perfeet law
Behold the long expected light
Behold on Zion's heav'nly shore
Behold the visions brighter grow
Behold the light, now see it rise
Behold the sun, whose cheering light
Behold the new-boro infant griev'd
Behold what wond'rous grace
Behold the corner stone
Behold, the Mighty God
Behold the morning sun
Behold the love, the generous love
Bless'd is the man whose tender care
Blest are the souls who hear and know
Blest are the sons of peace
Bless'd are the eyes that see
Blest be the Everlasting God
Blest instructor, from thy ways
Blest are the humble souls that see
Blow ye the trumpet, blow
Bright source of intellctual rays
By faith may Jesus dwell
By grace the great salvation comes