Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 To him shall pray'r unceasing, And daily vows, ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: His covenant remove; That name to us is Love. HYMN 55. Isaiah ii. 2-5. In latter days shall rise, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they'll say, And to his house we'll go. Shall lighten every land; Shall all the world coramand. His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, And crush the sinner's pride. 5 For peaceful implements shall men Exchange their swords and spears; Nor shall they study war again Throughout those happy years. To worship at his shrine; LENT. Litany. Low we bow th' adoring knee; (IIL ) O, by all thy pains and wo, 2 By thy birth and early years, 3 By thine hour of dark despair, By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn; Jesus, look with pitying eye; 4 By thy deep expiring groan, 1 MY God, permit me not to be 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; And all inferior joys resign. HYMN 58. 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise! (C. M.) (C. M.) 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, My God, thy powerful aid impart, 60 keep me in thy heav'nly way, HYMN 59. 1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls," Return;" 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, That can to life and bliss restore 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. HYMN 60. 1 0 THOU, to whose all searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, (L. M.) Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, O burst its bonds, and set it free! Bind my affections to the cross; Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clan. 3 Il in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No harin, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of wo, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untird, I follow thee: (See Hymns on Reperitance.) PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY.! HYMN 61. (IIL 4.) Isaiah lxiii. 1-4. I WHO is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stain'd with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good; Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears ? 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, Trav'ling onward in his might; 'Tis the Saviour, 0 how glorious To his people is the sight! Satan conquer'd, and the grave, Jesus now is strong to save. 3 Why that blood his raiment staining ? 'Tis the blood of many slain; or his foes there's none remaining, None, the contest to maintain: Fall'n they are, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, Wear the crown so dearly won! Never shall thy people, never, Cease to sing what thou hast done! Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes! HYMN 62. (L M.) I WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, Aud pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ? Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; (C. M.) I BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nail'd to the shameful tree; To bleed and die for me! And earth's sirong pillars bend ! The solid marbles rend. “ Receive my soul!” he cries; See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head and dies ! And in full glory shine; (C. N.) I MY Saviour hanging on the tree, In agonies and blood, As near his cross I stood. Can I forget that look; Thurgh not a word he spoke. And plung'd me in despair; |