3 May the glorious day approaching
From Egyptian darkness, dawn,
And the everlasting gospel

Spread abroad thy Holy Name,
All the borders

Of the great Emmanuel's land,

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty Saviour,
Win and conquer never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominion
Multiply and still increase :
Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.

HYMN 130.-L. M.

Not ashamed of Jesus.

JESUS! and shall it ever th

A mortal man asham'd of thee!

Ashamed of thee whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days!

2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beam of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon!

'Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.

4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,

On whom my hopes of heaven depend! • No! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.

5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul save.

6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.

7 His institutions I will prize,

Take up the cross, the shame despise;
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.

HYMN 131.-S. M.

OME ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;

Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place }
Religion never was design'd,
To make our pleasures less.

8 Let those now learn to sing,
Who never knew our God;
And the fav'rite of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.

4 The God who rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas.

5 This pow'rful God is ours, Our Father and our love;

He will send down his heav'nly pow're To carry us above.

There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin,

There from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes and before we rise,
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create.

8 The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

9 The hill of Zion yields,

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry;

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We're marching through Immanuel's
To fairer worlds on high.

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HYMN 132.-L. M.

HERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every opening flower, Which tells, O Lord, the wond'rous tale Of thy indulgence, love and power.

2 The birds that rise on quivering wings, Appear to him their Maker's praise And all the mingling sounds of spring, To thee a general pæan raise.

8 And shall my voice, great God alone, Be mute, midst nature's loud acclaim? No, let my heart with answering tone, Breathe forth, in praise, thy holy name.

4 All nature's debt is small to mine,
Thou bads't her being bounded be,
But matchless proof of love divine!
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.

HYMN 133.-L. M.

Fourth of July.

AIL day of Freedom! let the beam

HOL joy be bright on every brow,

Let songs swell out o'er hil and stream,
And banners wave in gladness now.

2 For Bunker's height no more is red,
Nor Monmouth's plains with heroes
strown;

Peace o'er our land her wings hath spread
And Freedom claims it as her own.