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2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength,
3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
ere'er they rest or roam,
1 O, who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Ž. brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
When earth no more beneath the fear
When pain shall cease, and every tear
2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen’s chain;
Thy days of splendor shall return,
nd all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaffed
And every wind that blows shall waft
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver -Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted -...With wisdom from on highShall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny Salvation --O, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name.
3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
62S. 8s, 7s, & 4s M. CotterilL. The Same. • O'FR the realms of pagan darkness Let the eye of pit gaze; See the kindred of the people Lost in sin's bewildering maze; Darkness brooding On the face of all the earth. 486
2 Light of them that sit in darkness! ise and shine, – thy blings bring; Light to lighten all the Gentiles! #. with healing in thy wing! To thy brightness Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring
4 Thou to whom all power is given,
629. S. M. WATTs. Shall we sin because Grace abounds?
1 SHALL we go on to sin,
Or crucify the Lord again,
2 Forbid it, mighty God!
That we, whose sins are crucified,
3 We will be slaves no more,
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
630. C. M. WATTs,
1 Jesus, the man of constant grief,
631. C. M. DoDDRIDGE,
The perfect Law of Liberty. 1 BEHold that wise, that perfect law, Which noblest freedom gives: O may it all our souls refine, And sanctify our lives! 2 Not with a transient glance surveyed, nd in an hour forgot, But deep inscribed on every heart, To reign o'er every thought. 3 Great Author of each perfect gift' Thy gracious power display, That our ungrateful, wandering hearts Moenken and obey.
632. S. M.
.Adoption, as Sons of God.
4. A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, o, 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.
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Punishment without Rojection. 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, –