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2 Light of them that sit in darkness !

Rise and shine, thy blessings bring; Light to lighten all the Gentiles! Rise with healing in thy wing !

To thy brighiness Let all kings and nations come. 3 May the heathen, now adoring

Idol-gods of wood and stone, Come, and, worshipping before him, Serve the living God alone;

Let thy glory
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;

Lord, be with them
Alway to the end of time.

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S. M.

Shall we sin because Grace abounds ?
1 Shall we go on to sin,

Because thy grace abounds ?
Or crucify the Lord again,

all his wounds ?
2 Forbid it, mighty God!

Nor let it e'er be said,
That we, whose sins are crucified,

Should raise them from the dead.
3 We will be slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free,
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.


S. M.

Adoption, as Sons of God.
1 BEHOLD, what wondrous

The Father hath bestowed
On sinners of a mortai race,

To call them sons of God!
2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,

God's everlasting Son.
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,

Ås Christ the Lord is pure,
5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove

To rest upon my heart. 6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall • Abba, Father,' cry,

And thou the kindred own.

C. M.

WATTS. Punishment without Rejection. Ps. 89. 1 'YET (saith the Lord) if David's race

The children of my Son Should break my laws, abuse my grace, And tempt mine anger down,

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3 O happy souls! O glorious state

Of overflowing grace;
To dwell so near their Father's seat,

And see his lovely face!
4 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;

Call me a child of thine,
Send down the spirit of thy Son

To form my heart divine.
5 There shed thy choicest love abroad,

And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say, 'My Father God,'
With an unwavering tongue.

635. L. M.

Different Ends of the Virtuous and Vicious.
1 How blest the man how more than blest

Whose heart no guilty thoughts employ!
God's endless sunshine fills his breast,

And conscience whispers peace and joy. 2 Pure rectitude's unerring way

His heaven-conducted steps pursue ;
While crowds in guilt and error stray,

Unstained his soul, and bright his view. 3 By God's almighty arm sustained,

True virtue soon or late shall rise;
Enjoy her conquest, nobly gained,

And share the iriumph of the skies. 4 But fools, to sacred wisdom blind,

Who vice's tempting call obey,
A different fate shall quickly find,
To every storm an easy prey.

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