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3 To things unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light

Directs his view; his prospects rise
All permanent and bright.

4 His hopes, still fixed on joys to come,-
Those blissful scenes on high,
Shall flourish in immortal bloom
When time and nature die.

199. L. M.

Meekness.

Mrs. Steele.

1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blessed,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2 His heart no broken friendships sting,
No storms his peaceful tent invade;
He rests beneath the Almighty's wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.

3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild!
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.

200. L. M.

Scott.

The Character and Happiness of Christians. Mat. v. 3—12.

1 HAPPY the unrepining poor;

For them the heavenly rest is sure,
Whose patient minds, in every ill,
Submissive meet their Maker's will.

2 Happy the contrite, who lament
Their wasted hours in sin mispent ;
Reclaimed from sin, they shall obtain
Eternal joys for transient pain.

3 Happy the meek, by wisdom taught
To check each proud, resentful thought;
For them earth spreads the feast of life,
Unmixed with bitterness or strife.

4 Happy the souls that grow in grace,
Hunger and thirst for righteousness;
For them a full and rich supply
Shall be prepared in worlds on high.

5 Happy the men who
mercy show
To all that need, or friend or foe;
To them like mercy shall be shown,
When God's just sentence all shall own.

6 Happy the pure in heart; for they
Still holding on in virtue's way,

When faith and hope are changed to sight,
Shall see their God in cloudless light.

7 Happy the men of peaceful life,
Who win to peace the sons of strife;
They shall be called the sons of God,
The heirs of his serene abode.

8 And happy those who take the cross,
For truth encounter pain and loss,
And suffer shame for Christ, their Lord,
For great in heaven is their reward!

201. c. M.

The Mission of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19.

1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long ;
Let every heart a throne prepare,
And every voice a song.

2 On him the spirit, largely poured,
Exerts its holy fire

;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In wretched bondage held :

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;

And on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;

And, with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

Doddridge.

202. 8, 8, 6 M.

The Day of Judgment.

1 HEAR, O ye dead! awake, arise!
The sounding trumpet shakes the skies;
The awful Judge is near:
Angelic guards attend him down;
And flaming round his fiery throne
A thousand terrors glare.

2 Pale guilt looks upwards with amaze,
She trembles while the terrors blaze,
And conscience tells her doom:
Struck with unutterable dread,
The sinner fain would hide his head,
And shrink within the tomb.

3 But ye, his happy saints, rejoice;
No terrors hath the Monarch's voice,
His looks no frowns, for you:
He comes your spirits to convey
To regions of eternal day,

To joys for ever new.

4' Blessed of my Father! haste,' he cries;
'In shining triumph mount the skies,
To nobler worlds above;

There shall ye share my blissful sight,
And taste the fulness of delight,

In my eternal love.'

+ Rev. Henry Moore.

203. 8 & 7 s. M.

The future Peace and Glory of the Church. Isa. lx. 15-20.
1 HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken:
'O my people! faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken;
Fair abodes I build for you :
There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow ;
For the Lord your faith rewarding
All his bounty will bestow.

2 There, in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Never hear of war again.

God will rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, will be your glory,
God, your everlasting light.'

204. C. M.

Cowper, alt'd.

'Blessed are the Dead which die in the Lord.' Rev. xiv. 13. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead:

Sweet is the savour of their names,

And soft their dying bed.

2 They sleep in Jesus, and are blessed :
How calm their slumbers are!

From sufferings and from sins released,
And freed from every care.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
And present with the Lord,

The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

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