(C. M.) Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim, HYMN 106. Isaiah xxxv. 2. On Carmel's blooming height, The glory, pure and bright: Stream'd forth from land to land; And empires now behold its day ; And still its beams expand. Our happy shores illume; Now like a garden bloom: See not this heav'nly light; Dispel their dreary night. On Carmel who didst shine, Our deserts let thy glory fill, Thy excellence divine ! May all our forests smile; HYMN 107. From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ; And only man is vile: The gifts of God are strewn; Bows down to wood and stone. (IL. 6) 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high Shall we, to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! oh, Salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; The Lamb for sinners slain, (L. M.) For the Jews. 1 DISOWN'D of heav'n, by man opprest, Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground, Wherefore should Israel's sons, once blest, Still roam the scorning world around? 2 Lord! visit thy forsaken race, Back to thy fold the wand'rers bring; Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, And hail in Christ their promis'd King. 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light; The sever'd olive branch again Firm to its parent stock unite. 4 Hail, glorious day, expected long ! When Jew and Greek one pray'r shall pour, With eager feet one temple throng, With grateful praise one God adore. HYMN 109. (IV. 1.) Rev. xv. 3, 4. 1 HOW wondrous and great Thy works, God of praise ! How just, King of saints, And true, are thy ways ! And honour thy name! 2 To nations long dark Thy light shall be shown; Their worship and vows Shall come to thy throne: Thy truth and thy judgments Shall spread all abroad, Till earth's ev'ry people Consess thee their God. FOR SUNDAY AND CHARITY SCHOOLS. HYMN 110. (II. 2) Children and Congregation. Children. In one glad song of praise; Congregation. Children, 2 Now we are taught to read The book of life divine; Congregation. Children. 3 Within these hallow'd walls, Our wand'ring feet are brought; Congregation. Children. 4 For blessings such as these, Our gratitude receive; Lord, here accept our hearts, 'Tis all that we can give: Congregation, Both. 5 Lord, bid this work of love Be crown'd with meet success; This institution bless : I GLORY to the Father give, God in whom we move and live; Children's songs delight his ear. 2 Glory to the Son we bring, Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King; To the Lamb, for he was slain. 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, He reclaims the sinner lost; Touch their tongues with holy fire. 4 Glory in the highest be To the blessed Trinity, I WHEN Jesus left his heav'nly throne He chose an humble birth; He came to dwell on earth : In wisdom's paths of peace; As years and strength increase. When mothers round him press'd; Their infants in his arms he took, And on his bosom bless'd: 4 Safe from the world's alluring harms, Beneath his watchful eye, 0, thus encircled in his arms, May we for ever lie! HYMN 113. (L. M.) 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee : They hear of heav'n, and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heav'n below; Not all that earth and sin can say Shall tempt me to forget this day. 30 write upon my mem'ry, Lord, The text and doctrine of thy word; But love thee better than before. Fill up this sinful heart of mine; (C. M.) 1 MERCY, descending from above, In softest accents pleads; When mercy intercedes ! And God will well approve, And their Creator love. And turn the rising race To seek their Saviour's face. To aid this blest design; And all the glory thine. CHARITABLE OCCASIONS. (C. M.) 1 BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain; Is never rais'd in vain: 2 Whose breast responds with gen'rous warmth, A stranger's wo to feel ; He wants the pow'r to heal. |