2 Now true Religion rears her throne,
Where superstition darkly trod;
And where His altar was unknown,
Unnumber'd temples rise to God.
3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high; Salvation to the heathen flows;
Let anthems roll along the sky;
The desert blossoms like the rose,
HYMN 442. L. M.
John iv. 35.
'LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Behold the fields already white!
The glorious harvest now is come; See ransom'd sinners flocking home. 2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind,
Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
Their former sins and follies mourn;
They bow, and to their God return.
3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast,
Ere yet the shining season past,
When all the work of life shall end,
The last-the long dark night descend.
HYMN 443. 8, 7, 4.
Zech. xiii. 1.
SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow:
God has open'd there a fountain;
This supplies the plains below:
They are blessed,
Who its sov'reign virtues know.
2 Thro' ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way;
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,
Making all around look gay,
O, ye nations!
Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,
All enriching as it goes:
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose,
Ev'ry object
Sings for joy where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes and hopes abound:
Fair their portion!,
Endless life with glory crown'd.
HYMN 444. H. M.
1H Roll o'er the heav'nly plains,
ARK! hark!—the notes of joy
And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heav'n is known;
Loud sing the harps around the throne.
2 Hark! hark!-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.
3 Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show;
Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll,
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.
4 Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name ;
Arise, ye sons of men,
And all his grace proclaim;
Angels and men, wake ev'ry string,
"Tis God, the Saviour's praise we sing.
HYMN 445. 7, 6. MONTGOMERY.
AIL to the Lord's anointed!
H Great David's greater Son;
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succor speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall come down, like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace the herald go,
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
4 For Him shall pray'r unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand forever;
That name to us is-Love.
BEDIENT to our Zion's King,
We to his holy laver bring
These happy converts, who have known
And trusted in his grace alone.
2 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face;
Oh, bless them with peculiar grace;
Refresh their souls with love divine;
Let beams of glory round them shine.
3 Ye, who your native vileness mourn,
And to the great Redeemer turn,
Arise, his gracious call obey,
And be baptiz'd without delay.
[NITED pray'rs ascend to thee, Eternal Parent of mankind; Smile on this waiting family
Thy face they seek, and let them find. 2 Let the dear pledges of their love, Like tender plants around them grow; Thy present grace, and joys above, Upon their little ones bestow.
3 Receive, at their believing hand,
The charge which they devote as thine,
Obedient to their Lord's command-
And seal with pow'r the rite divine.
4 To ev'ry member of their house,
Thy grace impart, thy love extend;
Grant ev'ry good that time allows,
With heav'nly joys that never end.
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