8 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfum'd with his breath.

9 His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace;

From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.

10 Love sits in his eyelids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high:
Their faces the Cherubim veil in his sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.

11 He looks-and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And millions attend on his word;
He speaks-and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of its Lord.

12 Such is my beloved, in excellence bright,
When pleas'd he looks down from above-

Like the morn when he breathes from the chambers

of light

And comforts his people with love.

167. 8. 7. 4. Swain.

The coming of Christ to judgment.
LO! he comes, array'd in vengeance,
Riding down the heavenly road;

Floods of fury roll before him-
Who can meet an angry God?

Tremble, sinners,

Who can stand before his rod?

2 Lo! he comes, in glory shining;
Saints, arise, and meet your King!
Glorious Captain of salvation,

Welcome! welcome!' hear them sing,
Shouts of triumph

Make the heavenly mansions ring.

3 [Now, despisers, look and wonder!
Hear the dreadful sound- Depart!"
Rattling, like a peal of thunder,
Through each guilty rebel's heart-
Lost for ever-

Hope and sinners here must part! 4 Still they hear the awful sentence; Hell resounds the dreadful roar,

While their heart-strings twinge with anguish,
Trembling on the burning shore!

Justice seals it

Down they sink to rise no more!]
5 Hark! ten thousand harps resounding,
Form'd in bright and grand array,
See the glorious armies rising,
While their Captain leads the way!
Heaven before them
Opens an eternal day!

168. 7's. Altered.

If I perish, I perish. Esther iv. 16.

IFI perish, I wil Saviour's feet:

If his mercy he bestow,

I shall sweet forgiveness meet. 2 If I perish, I will go

Jesus, Saviour, pity me!-
If I sink to endless woe,

All is just, and right with thee. 3 If I perish, I will go,

Go to Jesus, and will cry,
Saviour, now thy grace bestow

On a wretch so vile as I.

4 Who can perish at his throne,
Pleading his atoning blood?

He has said, "I'll cast out none.”—
I will venture on his word.

5 Shall I perish ?-no, not I;

None can perish at his feet: Son of God! didst thou not die, Die to pay my guilty debt?

6 Jesus, advocate above,

Plead my cause before the throne, Fill my soul with holy love

Claim and seal me for thy own.

7 If I'm willing to be thine,

Now receive, and make me whole;
If unwilling-Lord, incline,
And in mercy save my soul.

169. (Ps. 121.) Watts.

God, our Preserver.

UPWARD I lift mine eyes,

From God is all my aid,
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made.
God is the tower to which I fly,
His grace is nigh in every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears;
Those wakeful eyes that never sleep,
Shall Israel keep when dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,

Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,

If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun, and thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord,

Who keeps my mortal breath:
I'll go and come-nor fear to die,
Till from on high thou call me home

Baptism in cold weather.

HRISTIANS, if your hearts be warm,
Ice and snow can do no harm:
Fire and water both agree,-
Winter soldiers never flee.

2 If you love the blessed Lord,
Yield obedience to his word;
Now be buried, then arise-
Force your passage to the skies.

171. C. M.

Hymn to the Spirit.

PIRIT Divine! attend our prayer,
And make this house thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious power,
O come, great Spirit, come.

2 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;
Let barrenness rejoice to own
Thy fertilizing power.

3 Come as the wind, with rushing sound,
And pentecostal grace;

That all the sons of men may see
The glory of thy face.

4 Spirit Divine! attend our prayer,
Make a lost world thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious power,
O come, great Spirit, come.

THE

172. C. M. Altered.

The Flower of Wonders.

HE finest flower that e'er was known,
Open'd on Calvary's tree,

When Christ the Lord was pierc'd and torn,

For love of worthless me.

2 It faded as in crimson streams,
Its healing balm ran down,
But soon reviv'd and blooms again,
In beauties all unknown.

3 On Canaan's banks supremely fair,
This flower of wonders blooms,
Transplanted to its native air,
And all the shores perfumes.

4 Whene'er its fruitful seeds descend,
And fall upon the mind,

Its sweet perfumes and beauties blend,
And all our passions bind.

5 Love is the sweetest bud that blows,
Its beauty never dies;

On earth among the saints it grows,
And blossoms in the skies.

173. L. M.

The Faded Flower: A Tribute.

WHERE life's faint stream ran smoothly by,

A wither'd flower was seen to lie;

I'd lately seen it rich in bloom,

But lo! it faded at the tomb.

2 And yet her hopes in safety hung,
Around a living Vine she clung,
And upwards still was seen to move,
To bloom in paradise above.