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EXETER. C. M.

1. Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let

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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.

LOGAN.

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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.

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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 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!

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4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven 5.
Who dwells with the lowly and humble in heart,
To the Son and the Spirit all glory be given:
One God, ever blessed and praised, Thou art.
HEBER.

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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,
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
Το gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish,
They fly to their Máster, Save, Lord, or we per-1.
ish."

2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we per-2.

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.

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Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."

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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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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,.
And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.
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 Ilim; 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.

WARNER. L. M.

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Templi Carmina.

1. O'er the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast,

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2. The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down his welcome rest.
3. Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on His lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

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;
And through His poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

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RUSSELL.

4. "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

5. "Sec, Mercy, from her golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds, with tender care,
The bleeding bosom of despair.

6. He comes to cheer the trembling heart;
Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom."

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T. CAMPBELL.

1. How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and gladness filled the place!

1. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion's hill, [night,
When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light, 3.

2. Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,
Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.
3. On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;
High heaven with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and sung:

2. From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke
To heaven He led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
"Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest.

4. Decay, then, tenements of dust;

Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

BOWRING.

BRENTFORD. L. M.

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1. How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine; That

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In won-drous love, O Son of God!

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2. O, who like Thee-so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3. O, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4. The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,
Upon Thy mild divinity.

5. And death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

6. O, in Thy light be mine to go,

Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!

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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,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in Thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.

4. In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by Thine holy angels still!

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1. HAVE we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride?
Ah! look, how patiently He hangs-
Jesus, our love, is crucified!

2. What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord?
By earth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried,
And guilty found of too much love;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

3. Found guilty of excess of love,

It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

4. O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

5. A broken heart, a fount of tears-
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified!

LYRA. CATH.

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