See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When the first beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise,
Above the weak attempts of art;
The smallest worms, the meanest flies,
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of the God,—
Bow down before him--and adore.

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HYMN 9.-C. M.

HIS is the feast of heav'nly wine,
And God invites to sup,

The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup.

2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat,
With royal dainties fed,

Not heav'n affords a costlier treat
For JESUS is the bread!

3 The vile, the lost-he calls to them, "Ye trembling souls appear! "The righteous in their own esteem, "Have no acceptance here.

4 "Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse "The banquet spread for you!" Dear Saviour this is welcome news, Then I may venture too.

5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

、 HYMN 10.-S, 7 & 4.

Sounds aloud from Calvary,

the mercy,

See it rends the rocks asunderShakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!"--

Hear the Saviour--dying--cry.

2 It is finish'd!--O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!-

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd-all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law,

Finish'd--all that God had promis'd,
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finish'd!

Saints, from hence your comforts draw.

4 Ransom'd ones, approach the table-
Taste the soul reviving food.
Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant,
As the Saviour's flesh and blood,
It is finish'd—

Christ has borne the heavy load.

5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name,
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

HYMN 11.-C. M.

IFT up your hearts to things abovè,
Ye followers of the Lamb,

And join with us to praise his love,
And glorify his name.

2 To Jesus' name give thanks and sing, Whose mercies never end;

Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King!
The King is now our friend.

3 We for his sake count all things loss,
On earthly things look down;
And joyfully sustain the cross,
Till we receive the crown.

4 O let us stir each other up, Our faith by works approve; By holy purifying hope,

And the sweet work of love.

5 Let all who for the promise wait,
The holy ghost receive;
And rise to our unseeing state-
With God in Eden live.

6 Live? till the Lord in glory comes,
And wait his heaven to share;
He now is fitting up your home,
Go on-1'll meet you there.

HYMN 12.-L. M.

VE listed in the holy war,
To fight for life and endless joy;

And grace more boundless than the seas, Is the rich wages I receive.

2 Under my Captain, Jesus Christ,
I now am listed during life,

To fight against the powers of hell,
In favor of Immanuel.

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3 My Captain is the great I AM, [stand;
Against whose sword there's none
But all before his word must fall,
For he has power to conquer all.

4 My great good Captain, mild and meek
Most kindly favors all the weak;
His servants all are chosen peers,
And all his soldiers volunteers.

5 From day to day, with living bread,
And rich provisions I am fed,

Drawn from my Captain's well fill'd
On blest Canaan's happy shores. [stores

6 Arm'd with my helmet,s word and shield
I'll never quit the glorious field;
For Christ my Lord the victory won,
Then, O my soul, put courage on.

7 I'm listed, and I mean to fight, Till all my foes are put to flight;