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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:
The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;

That name to us is Love.

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HYMN 55.

Isaiah ii. 2-5.
I O'ER mountain tops tlie mount of God

In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,

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.
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill

Shall lighten every land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs

Shall all the world coramand.
4 Among the nations he shall judge,

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.
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come

To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.

LENT.
HYMN 56.

Litany.
I SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee

Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;

(IIL )

O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress.
In the lonely wilderness:
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

3 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of pray'r,
By the purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn;
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

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1 MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And all my purest joys forego?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

HYMN 58.

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

(C. M.)

(C. M.)

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

60 keep me in thy heav'nly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never, stray
From happiness and thee.

HYMN 59.

1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls," Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O, take the wand'rer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wond'rous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore
Só vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

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!
2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,

Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within

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 fues, no violence I fear,

No harin, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untird, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

(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!

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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;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
HYMN 63.

(C. M.) I BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind

Nail'd to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for me!
2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes,

And earth's sirong pillars bend !
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,

The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;

“ Receive my soul!” he cries; See where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies !
4 But soon, he'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!
HYMN 64.

(C. N.) I MY Saviour hanging on the tree,

In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn’d his eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure, never till my latest breath

Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,

Thurgh not a word he spoke.
3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt

And plung'd me in despair;

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