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2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation,
Has learnt Messiah's name.

3 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 ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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Psalm xxxi, 15. (c. M.)

1 MY times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine:
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I speak a murm'ring word, Though the whole world were gone; But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

4 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found; The honey's mix'd with gall;

'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be, Lord, my all in all.

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Psalm v, 3. (L. M.)

1 ON thee each morning, O my God,
My thoughts in waking first attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes;
In thee my wishes ever end.

2 While evening slumbers press mine eyes,
With thy protection I am blest,

In peace and safety I repose;
In thee my wishes ever rest.

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Matthew xi, 28-30. (L. M.)

1 COME hither all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heav'nly home.

2 They shall find rest that learn of me,
The meek in heart and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3 How bless'd the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight:

My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light.

4 Great God! we come at thy command, With faith and hope and humble zeal; Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy will.

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Romans xi, 15. (P.M.)

1 LONG has the harp of Judah hung
Neglected, broken, and unstrung,
Beneath the willow's shade:
Whilst Israel's solitary bands,

By foreign streams, through foreign lands,
In saddest mood have stray'd.

2 But since our God reveals his face,
And smiles upon his chosen race,
We'll take our harp again;
Tun'd, as in former happy days,
To notes of gratitude and praise,
We'll strike a joyful strain.

3 Our songs shall be of Jesu's love,
Who left his glorious throne above,
To bear our guilt and shame;
Th' eternal, uncreated word,

Both David's son and David's Lord,
Jehovah is his name.

4 So vast the theme, it might inspire
An angel's song, a seraph's lyre,
Such wondrous grace to tell;
Wake, harp of Judah! bear the sound,
Far as creation's utmost bound,

All hail, Immanuel!

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Mark ix, 24. (L.M.)

1 JESUS, our soul's delightful choice, In thee believing, we rejoice:

Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief, While faith contends with unbelief. 2 Thy promises our hearts revive, And keep our fainting hopes alive; But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise, And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 0 let not sin and Satan boast,

While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Nor see that faith to ruin brought,
Which thine own gracious hand hath wrought.

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame :
Reveal the glories of thy name;
And put all anxious doubts to flight,
As shades dispers'd by op'ning light.

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Revelation v, 9. (7's.)

1 NOW begin the heav'nly theme;
Sing aloud in Jesu's name:
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls! dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.

4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.

5 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

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Psalm lxxxvi, 9-Habakkuk ii, 14. (L. M.)

1 MARK'D as the purpose of the skies,
This promise meets our eager eyes:
That heathen lands the Lord shall know,
And warm with faith each bosom glow.

2 E'en now the hallow'd scenes appear!
E'en now unfolds the promis'd year!
Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace,
And swell the tidings of thy grace.

3 'Mid burning climes and frozen plains,
Where Pagan darkness, brooding reigns,
Oh, mark their steps, their fears subdue,
And nerve their arm, and clear their view.

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