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2. On Him the Spirit, largely poured,
Exerts its sacred fire;

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

3. He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's 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 eyeballs 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
To enrich the humble poor.

6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
The welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

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DODDRIDGE.

1. CALM on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.

2. Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

3. The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;

And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.

4. O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

5. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring-
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"

6. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!

The Saviour now is born!

And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.

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E. H. SEARS,

1. MESSIAH! at Thy glad approach
The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

2. The incense of the spring ascends Upon the morning gale;

Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.

3. Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun
Leads on the promis'd years.

4. Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King.

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1. See, daylight is fading, o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea; Oh, now in the hush of the fitful commotion We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee. 2. Full of wast thou found afar on the mountain, As eventrie spread her dark wing o'er the wave: Thou Son of the fighest, and life's endless fountain, Be with us, we pray Thee, to bless and to save. 3. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's deep.

Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And guard us from evil, though Death watch our sleep.

2. While passing a garden I paused to hear,

A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was there;

The voice of the sufferer affected my heart, While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.

3. So deep were flis sorrows, so fervent His prayers, That down o'er His bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears!

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I wept to behold Him -I asked Him His name, He answered, "Tis JESUS! from heaven I came

How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice!
His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant His
Voice!

I flew from the garden to spread it abroad!
I shouted Salvation! and Glory to God!

I'm now on my journey to mansions above;
My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love!
I think of the garden. the prayers, and the tears,
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears!

6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;
My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise
To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

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1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest.
The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west,
O'er fields by pale moonlight or stars' trembling ray,
In deep meditation, I wandered away.

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Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.

2. How damp were the vapors that fell on His head!
How hard was His pillow, how humble His bed!
The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.
O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow,-the triumph of love!

4. Come, saints, and adore Him; come, bow at His feet:

O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

MARIE DE FLEURY.