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Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,
Long as yon orbs in glory roll,
Long as the streams of life descend

To cheer with hope the fainting soul;

Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,
Shall bid the song of rapture sound;
And Heaven's exulting sons rejoice
To bear the full Hosanna round.

HYMN FOR A CHARITY SERMON.

JULY, 1814.

GOD from his throne above the skies

This darkling orb surveys;

And bids the sun in glory rise

To cheer a guilty race.

Alike to court and lowly glen,
Alike to friend and foe,

Freely for all the sons of men

His daily bounties flow.

Nor rich with mercies less divine

Immanuel's holy name,

When Heir and Lord of Judah's line

The great Deliverer came.

No bounded love, no partial grace,
The Heavenly Heralds sung;

They told of joy to every race,
Of praise in every tongue.

For wide as ocean ranges round,

And far as winds can rove,

From Salem swell'd the solemn sound
Of pardon, peace, and love.

Oh! then, while winged to Heaven in prayer

Our grateful accents flow,

For all the gifts we freely share,

And all the hopes we know;

Be our's the joy with ready zeal
To hail a Father's will;

The love a Saviour felt to feel,

The work He wrought fulfil.

So through the earth shall mercy reign,

And God by mercy won,

Receive his long-lost world again,
The kingdom of his Son.

PSALM XXIV. PARAPHRASE,

JEHOVAH's throne is fixed above,

And bright through all the courts of love
His Cherub Choirs appear:

Ah! how shall man ascend so high,

A feeble race condemn'd to die,

The heirs of guilt and fear!

Shall towering strength, or eagle flight,
Essay to win the sacred height

By Saint and Seraph trod?

That living light, that holiest air,

The guileless heart alone shall share,

The pure behold their God.

Yet think not that with fruitless pain,

One tear shall drop, one sigh in vain
Repentant swell thy breast;

See, see the great Redeemer come
To bear his exiled children home,
Triumphant to their rest.

Even now from Earth's remotest end Ten thousand thousand voices blend To bless the Saviour's power: Within thy temple, Lord, we stand With willing heart, a pilgrim band, And wait the promis'd hour.

Then high your golden portals raise,
Ye everlasting gates of praise,

Ye Heavens the triumph share;

Messiah comes with all his train,

He comes to claim his purchas'd reign,

And rest for ever there!

PSALM XLII. PARAPHRASE.

PART I.

As panting in the sultry beam
The hart desires the cooling stream,
So to thy presence, Lord, I flee,
So longs my Soul, O God! for thee,
Athirst to taste thy living grace,
And see thy glory face to face.

But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll:
For many an evil voice is near

To chide my woe, and mock my fear,
And silent memory weeps alone,

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

For I have walk'd the happy round,

That circles Sion's holy ground,

And gladly swell'd the choral lays

That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arch along

Responsive swell'd the solemn song,

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