2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength, The day of freedom dawns at length, 3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, Say to the south, Give up thy charge, 4 They come, they come ; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 626. C. M. *T. MOORE. The Same. 1 O, WHO shall see the glorious day, When pain shall cease, and every tear 2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendor shall return, The fount of life shall then be quaffed And every wind that blows shall waft 627. 7s & 6s M. *HEBER Missionary Hymn. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story; It spreads from pole to pole; Returns in bliss to reign. The Same. O'ER the realms of pagan darkness On the face of all the earth. COTTERILL. 2 Light of them that sit in darkness! Let all kings and nations come. 3 May the heathen, now adoring Fill the earth-as floods, the sea. 4 Thou to whom all power is given, Speak the word;-at thy command, Let the company of preachers Spread thy name from land to land; Alway to the end of time. 629. S. M. WATTS. Shall we sin because Grace abounds? 1 SHALL we go on to sin, 2 Forbid it, mighty God! 3 We will be slaves no more, 630. C. M. WATTS. The Gospel revealed to Babes. 1 JESUS, the man of constant grief, 3 The mysteries of redeeming grace While pride and carnal reasonings join 4 Thus doth the Lord of heaven and earth And orders all his works of grace 631. C. M. DODDRIDGE. The perfect Law of Liberty. 1 BEHOLD that wise, that perfect law, O may it all our souls refine, 2 Not with a transient glance surveyed, But deep inscribed on every heart, 3 Great Author of each perfect gift! That our ungrateful, wandering hearts Adoption, as Sons of God. 1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace WATTS. 2 'Tis no surprising thing, 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's love Send down thy Spirit like a dove 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall'Abba, Father,' cry, And thou the kindred own. WATTS. Punishment without Rejection. Ps. 89. 1 YET (saith the Lord) if David's raceThe children of my Son Should break my laws, abuse my grace, And tempt mine anger down, - |