2 The christian world in darkness lies,
By falsehood over-run ;
The moon and stars no longer rise,
And clouds have veil'd the sun.
3 But lo! the mighty God appears;
On clouds behold him ride;
He comes to dry his Zion's tears,
And cheer his mourning bride.
4 Now sacred love with mildest rays
In Zion's land shall rise;
The heavenly sun divinely blaze,
And brighten all the skies.
3 Now truth shall chace the clouds away,
And falsehood reign no more;
But one unclouded, heavenly day
Shall shine from shore to shore.
On the Same.
1 THE morning dawns; celestial light
Dispels the gloomy shades of night;
Truth rears her standard once again,
And love, celestial love, shall reign.
2 The heavenly Sun, the Lord our God,
Beams his refulgent rays abroad:
He comes to bless the ransom'd soul,
And spread his truth from pole to pole.
3 Now nations, barb'rous, rude and blind, In Jesus shall salvation find:
Idols before his name shall fall,
And Christ our God be Lord of all.
4 Thus every land and clime shall hear The Lord is God, his name revere ; From sin, and death, and darkness rise, And join the concert of the skies.
A Hymn of Praise.
1 INDULGENT Father! how divine,
How rich thy bounties are!
Through nature's ample round they shine,
Thy goodness to declare:
2 But in the nobler work of grace,
What sweeter mercy smiles,
Reflected from the Saviour's face,
And every fear beguiles!
3 Such wonders, Lord! while we survey,
To Thee our thanks shall rise,
When morning ushers in the day,
Or evening veils the skies.
4 When glim'ring life resigns its flame,
Thy praise shall tune our breath;
The sweet remembrance of thy name
Shall gild the shades of death.
5 But O, how bless'd our songs shall rise,
In sweet seraphic lay,
When all thy glories meet our eyes
Through an eternal day.
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Not ashamed of Jesus.
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee, whom angel's praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham❜d of noon ;
"Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more adore his name,
5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And now may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
7 His institutions will I prize,
Take up the cross, the shame despise-
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his la
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Jesus, the Sun of Heaven.
1 JESUS, thou Sun of love divine,
Thy rays through boundless nature shine;
In thee with bright effulgence meet
Wisdom and love, and light and heat.
2 Through heaven thy glory is display'd
In one bright day without a shade:
Angels from thee supremely prove
The nameless, endless joys of love.
3 With thee they dwell in fervid light,
Nor feel nor fear the shades of night:
Thy heavenly beams will never fail,
But one eternal day prevail.
4 Be darkness known on earth no more,
But truth display'd from shore to shore;
Till men of every land shall see
Thy glory, Lord, and worship thee.
5 'Tis done-the Sun of love
appears,
The shades withdraw, the morning clears;
Now love and truth prevail again,
And one eternal day shall reign.
1 HOW shall we praise thy dear-lov'd Name, Our Saviour and our God?
Fain would we all thy love proclaim,
And sound thy power abroad.
2 But ah! our noblest accents die,
So weak and mean they prove ;
In vain our warmest praises try
To speak thy boundless love.
3 So vast the subject, angel's tongues
Can never speak its worth;
Not all their soul-enchanting songs
Can ever set it forth.
4 Unfathomable are its deeps,
Its height no angel knows;
Open this fountain ever keeps,
And unto all it flows.
5 For love is Deity alone,
"Tis heaven and all divine;
It beams refulgent from the throne,
And will for ever shine.
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"This do in remembrance of me." 1 Cor. xi. 24.
1 "EAT, drink, in memory of your friend :”— Such was our Master's last request; Who all the pangs of death endur'd, That we might live for ever bless'd. 2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou kindest, tenderest, best of friends! Thy dying love, the noblest praise
Our hearts can offer thee, transcends.
3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give Thy goodness through these vales to see; Thy table, food celestial yields,
And happy they who sit with Thee.
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A Hymn of Praise. Luke xiii. 35.
1 NOW blessing, honour, glory, praise,
By angel hosts are sung;
The saints below their voices raise,
And join the heavenly throng.
2 Ador'd be he who comes to bless
The nations with his love;
To shew his truth and righteousness,
And every cloud remove.
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