On Burmah's sterile, joyless plains,
Where sin abounds, and Satan reigns,
The gospel peace and joy proclaims,

And points the way to heaven. 4 Almighty Lord! thy sceptre sway,

And make the sinful world obey,
And spread abroad the joyful day

Which from delusion frees us ;-
When earth shall own thy sovereign claim,
And join with heaven in loud acclaim,
To spread the everlasting fame

Of our exalted Jesus.

49. 8. 8. 6. Anon. The garden of the Lord, refresh'd by his presence. THE Lord into his garden comes;

The spices yield their rich persumes ;

The lilies grow and thrive: Refreshing streams of grace divine From Jesus flow to every vine,

And make the dead revive. 2 O that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound,

A fruitsul soil become ; The desert blossom as the rose, And Jesus conquer all his foes,

And make his people one!
3 The glorious time is rolling on;
The gracious work is now begun;

My soul a witness is :
I taste and see, that grace is free,
And all mankind, who thither flee,

May rest on Christ and live. 4 Behold the crystal fountain run! It issues from the glorious throne :

The throne of God on high:
It comes in floods! we can't contain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again,

And yet we still are dry:

5 But, when to that blest world we rise,
And meet our Saviour in the skies,

We'll drink a full supply,
Jesus shall lead his armies forth,
To living streams of richer worth,

That never will run dry.
6 There we shall shine, and sweetly sing,
And make the heavenly mansions ring,

When all the saints get home.
Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
We soon shall meet together there,

For Jesus bids us come.
7 Amen, amen, my soul replies,
I'm bound to meet you in the skies,

Where sin and pain are o'er;
Now here 's my heart, and here's my hand,
To meet you in that heavenly land,

Where parting is no more.

50. ll's. Darby. The power and peaceful effects of the Gospel. FROM realms where the day its first dawning The Sun of the gospel in glory ascends : Ye forests, attend, while your children combine

In accents unusual, in transports divine.
2 Involv'd in uncertainty, darkness, and death,

The clouds of destruction hung over our path;
Till yon rising Splendour illumin’d our way,

And pointed our steps to the regions of day. 3 A council on high has been had to inquire,

For help for mankind, and peace kindled the fire :
Provision was made for the nations distress'd,

And with the rich treasure all lands shall be blest. 4 The chain of salvation let down from above,

Cemented by justice, and brighten'd by love;
The safety of hope, and the channel of grace,
Joins heaven and earth in its mighty embrace.

5 On high see our Jesus, the penitent's friend,

With banners of mercy compassionate bend,
Entreating the wretched, rebellious, and vile,

From ruin to flee, and repose in his smile.
6 The Prince of salvation is coming-prepare

A way in the desert, his blessings to share :
He comes to release us from sins, and from woes,

And make the dark wilderness bloom like the rose. 7 His reign shall extend from the east to the west

Compose all the tumults of nature to rest;
The day-spring of glory illumine the skies,
And ages on ages of happiness rise.

51. 8's. Daniel's Selection.
The voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
HARE: don't you hear the turtle dove ?

The token of redeeming love;
From hill to hill we hear the sound,
The neighbouring valleys echo round ;-
On Zion's mount, the watchmen cry,
• The resurrection's drawing nigh,
Behold! the nations from abroad

Are flocking to the mount of God!
2 The trumpet sounds both far and nigh,

O sinners, turn, why will you die?
“How can you slight the gospel's charms ?
· Enlist with Christ-gird on your arms!
• These are the days that were foretold,
* In ancient times, by prophets old
• They long’d to see this glorious light,

• But ail have died without the sight.
3 The latter day is verging on,

• And fugitives are focking home:
* Behold them crowd the gospel road,
*All pressing to the inouni of God!

O yes, and I will join that band;
• Now here's my heart, and here's my hand-
* With Satan's band no more to be,
* But fight for Christ and liberty.'

4 His banner soon will be unfurl'd,

And he shall come to judge the world,
On Zion's mount we then shall stand,
Surrounded by fair Canaan's land:
The sun and moon shall darken'd be,
And flames consume the land and sea!
And world on world together blaze,-
We'll shout the great Redeemer's praise.

52. 8's. Altered.

The Mystery of Salvation. O

'TIS a glorious mystery -'uis a wonder,

That I should ever saved be!-'lis a wonder, No heart can think, no longue can tell,—'lis

The love of God unspeakable.—'tis a &c. 2 Great mystery, that God should place,

His love on any of Adam's race!
That I should also share a part,

And find a mansion in his heart! 3 Great mystery, I can't tell why

That Christ for sinful worms should die,
Should leave the boundless realms of bliss,

And die for sinners on the cross! 4 0 why was I not left behind,

Among the thousands of mankind,
Who run the dangerous, sinful race,

And die and never taste his grace?
3 'Twas love that spread the gracious seast,

'Twas love that made my soul a guest,
'Twas love that bronght him from above,

'Twas love-0 matchless, houndless love! 6 Not all the heavenly hosts can scan,

The glories of this noble plan;
O, 'tis a glorious mystery!
And will be to eternity.

53. P. M. Heber.
The Call of the Heathen to Christians.
ROM Greenland's icy mountains,

Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand ;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain. 2 What thongh the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle-
Though every prospect pleases

And only man is vile?-
In vain, with lavish kindness,

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high;
Shall we, to man benighted,

The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name. 4 Waft-waft, ye winds, his story,

And you, ye, waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

Returns in bliss to reign.

54. 7's. Anon.

The Gospel Jubilee.
AIL! the gospel Jubilee-

Jesus shed for us his blood,
Jesus brings us back to God,
Jesus did for sin atone-
Glory be to God alone!

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