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INTENDED TO BE SUNG ON OCCASION OF HIS PREACHING A SERMON FOR THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY,IN APRIL, 1820.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny? Salvation, O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
AN INTROIT TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION SERVICE.
O most merciful!
O most bountiful!
God the Father Almighty '.
By the Redeemer's
Hear us,help us when we cry.
BEFORE THE SACRAMENT.
Buead of the world, intnercy broken;
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed; By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
And be thy feast to us the token
AT A FUNERAL.
Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven.
Their names are graven on the stone,
And ere another day is done,
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
And Fate descend in sudden night
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,