166 1 2 HYMN 208. As to refuse that voice Which calls you to rejoice, 3 I look on you again, Why wont you leave your sin, 4 All hail, we welcome then From Kedar's tents of sin, We'll travel on with you, And endless joys pursue, Till all is ours. Hymn 208. 8 lines 5. 5. 12. Sunday School. [Tune, Marietta.] Boje. THEE, Father, we praise, In harmonious lays, For all thy rich grace; O give us the knowledge of pardon and peace. On thee we rely, All our wants to supply; O keep us each hour, From snares and temptations, by thy mighty pow'r. Girls. O may we improve, Of Jesus our king, 'Till to glory we're brought, his praises to sing ; While below if we stray, From the source of true joy, Let thy merciful hand Return and incline us t' obey thy command. Both. 3 Our friends may they share Thy blessings while here, And crown them above; Where joys will increase, from the fountain of love: May we shortly there meet, Around thy blest seat; Thy love to adore Where pleasure and praise will abound ever-more. Hymn 209. 8 lines 7. 6. 8. Christ our All. 1 VAIN delusive world, adieu, With all of creature good: Only Jesus. I pursue, Who bought me with his blood! I trample on thy wealth and pride: And Jesus crucify?d! 2 Him to know is life and peace, And ever in his love abide; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucify'd. 3 O that I could all invite, This saving truth to prove, Show the length, the breadth, and height, And Jesus crucify'd. Hymn 210. 7's. 1 HARK! the herald angels sing, 2 Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumphs of the skies, Chorus. Hark! the herald angels sing, 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see: Pleas'd as man with man t' appear, 5 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! die Born, that man no more may Barlow's Imitation of the 137th Psalm. ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows, Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. 2 The tuneless harp that once with joy we strung, Where praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay, In mournful silence on the willows hung, And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day. 3 The barb'rous tyrants, to increase the wo, With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. 4 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise? O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. 5 If e'er my mem'ry lose thy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame; My heart shall perish and my voice shall cease. 6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay; His arm avenge her desolated walls, And raise his children to eternal day. Hymn 212. 6 lines 8. 8. 6. Psalm 148. 1 BEGIN, my soul th' exalted lay, To swell th' inspiring theme. 2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains, Where gay transporting beauty reigns, Ye scenes divinely fair; Your Maker's wond'rous pow'r proclaim, 3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound; 4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir, Soon as grey ev'ning gilds the plain, PAUSE. 5 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode; Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, Who call'd yon worlds from night; "Ye shades dispel !"--th' Eternal said: At once the involving darkness fled, And nature sprang to light. 6 Where'er a blooming world contains, That wings the air, that skims the plains, United praise bestow: Ye dragons, sound his awful name 7 Let ev'ry element rejoice: Ye thunders burst with awful voice |