EXETER. C. M. 1. Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let 218. C. M. 2. On Him the Spirit, largely poured, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 3. He comes, the prisoner to release, The gates of brass before Him burst, 4. He comes, from thickest films of vice 5. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace 6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 219. C. M. DODDRIDGE. 1. CALM on the listening ear of night 2. Celestial choirs, from courts above, 3. The answering hills of Palestine And greet, from all their holy heights, 4. O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, 5. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies 6. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 220. C. M. E. H. SEARS. 1. MESSIAH! at Thy glad approach 2. The incense of the spring ascends Upon the morning gale; Red o'er the hill the roses bloom, 3. Renew'd, the earth a robe of light, 4. Let Israel to the Prince of Peace LOGAN. strikes the ravished ear: Now all is still, Now wild it floats, In tuneful notes, Loud,sweet and shrill. GENNESARET. 11s. 60 1. See, daylight is fad-ing o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea; 0, now, in the hush of the fit-ful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee. 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 oft wast thou found afar on the mountain, As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave: Thou Son of the Highest, 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. 12. 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 His sorrows, so fervent His prayers, That down o'er His bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears! 4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven 5. 224. 12s. 1. WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, I wept to behold Him!-I asked Him His name, I flew from the garden to spread it abroad! I'm now on my journey to mansions above; Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, 2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, ish." 3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging. When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace, thy redeemed to cher-3. ish. Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish." 225. lls. 1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest. Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,. 4. Come, saints, and adore Ilim; come, bow at His feet: O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet; MARIE DE FLEURY. WARNER. L. M. #3 Templi Carmina. 1. O'er the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, 9:3 And on 9: the wa-ters dreari ly Descends the fit ful evening blast. I d 227. L. M. 2. The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into his sheltered nest; 4. Why seeks He not a home of rest? Why seeks He not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest; He hath not where to lay His head. 5. Such was the lot He freely chose, To bless, to save the human race; 228. L. M. RUSSELL. 4. "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye; 5. "Sec, Mercy, from her golden urn, 6. He comes to cheer the trembling heart; 229. L. M. T. CAMPBELL. 1. How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 1. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still, 2. Hark! from the midnight hills around, 2. From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke 4. Decay, then, tenements of dust; Pillars of earthly pride, decay: BOWRING. BRENTFORD. L. M. 3 1. How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine; That 9:3 lit Thy lonely pathway, trod d In won-drous love, O Son of God! 230. L. M. 2. O, who like Thee-so calm, so bright, 3. O, who like Thee so humbly bore 4. The bending angels stooped to see 5. And death, which sets the prisoner free, 6. O, in Thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe; 231. L. M. A. C. COXE. 1. LORD! in Thy garden agony, No light seemed on Thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake,— 2. Till, by Thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won; Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, "Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!" 3. Lord, bring these precious moments back, 4. In weakness, help us to contend; 232. L. M. 1. HAVE we no tears to shed for Him, 2. What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord? 3. Found guilty of excess of love, It was Thine own sweet will that tied 4. O break, O break, hard heart of mine! 5. A broken heart, a fount of tears- LYRA. CATH. |