2 E'en now the hallow'd scenes appear,
E'en now unfolds the promis'd year,
Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace,
And bear the tidings of thy grace.

3 'Miast burning climes and frozen plains,
Where heathen darkness brooding reigns,
Lord, mark their steps, their fears subdue,
And nerve their arın, and clear their view.
4 When worn by toil, their spirits fail,
Bid them the glorious future hail :
Bid them the crown of life survey,
And onward urge their conq'ring way.
5 So on the Indian's gloomy night,
The eastern star shall shed her light,
And Jesus' hallow'd reign control
The stormy passions of the soul.
6 So shall Messiah's influence cheer
His humble cot, which still is dear;
And heav'nly hope his soul pervade,
Though life, and time, and worlds, shall fade.

HYMN 145. C. M.

Farewell to Missionaries.

1 GO, messenger of love, and bear,
Upon thy gentle wing,
The song which seraphs love to hear,
And angels joy to sing.

2 Go, to the heart with sin opprest,
And dry the sorr'wing tear;
Extract the thorn that wounds the breast,
The drooping spirit cheer.

3 Go, say to Zion, "Jesus reigns"
By his resistless pow'r,

He binds his enemies with chains;
They fall to rise no more.

4 Tell how the Holy Spirit flies,

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As he from heav'n descends-
Arrests his proudest enemies,
And changes them to friends.

HYMN 146. P. M. 7.
The Song of Jubilee.

HARK! the song of Jubilee,

Loud as mighty thunders roar,

Or the fulness of the sea,

When it breaks upon the shore:Hallelujah! for the Lord,

God omnipotent, shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

2 Hallelujah! hark! the sound,
From the depth unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:-
See Jehovah's banner furl'd,

Sheath'd his sword: he speaks,-'tisdone, And the kingdoms of this world

Are the kingdoms of his Son.

3 He shall reign from pole to pole, With illimitable sway:

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He shall reign, when like a scroll,
Yonder heav'ns have pass'd away:
Then the end;-beneath his rod,
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.

OCCASIONAL.

HYMN 147. P. M. 7.

New-Year.

WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.

2 Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little-none can know.
3 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies,
Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
4 Swiftly thus, our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.

5 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view.

6 Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;

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And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

HYMN 148. L. M.

Prayer for the children of the church.
EAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray,
From thy secure enclosure's bound,
And, lur'd by worldly joys away,

Among the thoughtless crowd be found. 2 Remember still that they are thine,

That thy dear sacred name they bear, Think that the seal of love divine,— The sign of cov'nant grace they wear.

3 In all their erring, sinful years,

Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be;

Remember all the pray'rs and tears,

Which made them consecrate to thee. 4 And when these lips no more can pray, These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn thou their feet from folly's way, The wand'rers to thy fold restore.

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HYMN 149. L. M.

Poor Children's appeal to Christians. N God's own house by silent night, The lamp of God was burning bright; And there, by viewless angels kept, Samuel the child securely slept.

2 A voice unknown the stillness broke,
"Samuel!" it call'd, and thrice it spoke;
He rose he ask'd whence came the word?
From Eli? No; it was the Lord.

3 Thus early call'd to serve his God,
In paths of righteousness he trod;
Prophetic visions fir'd his breast,
And all the chosen tribes were blest.

4 Speak, Lord! and from our earliest days,
Incline our hearts to love thy ways;
Thy wak'ning voice has reach'd our ear,
Speak, Lord, to us; thy servants hear.
5 And ye, who know the Saviour's love,
And richly all his mercies prove;
Your timely, friendly aid afford,
That we may early serve the Lord.

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HYMN 150. C. M.SV

The Traveller's Hymn.

OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord,
How sure is their defence!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help, Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care;

Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne,
High on the broken wave,

They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid-the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will:

The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore;
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

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HYMN 151. C. M.

Lord's Supper.

F human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;

If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh;

2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him, who died our fears to quell,
Our more than orphan's woe?

3 While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd Those pangs he would not flee, What love his latest words display'd! "Meet and remember me."

4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame, Our sinful hearts to share!

Oh, memory! leave no other name
But His recorded therem

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