While older saints leave their complaints,
And joy to join the theme.

3 God's chariot rolls, and frights the souls Of those who hate the truth:

And saints in pray'r cry, "Lord draw near,
Have mercy on the youth

-:

"From this glad hour exert thy pow'r,
And melt each stubborn heart;

In those that bleed, let love succeed,
And holy joys impart."

5 Come, sinners, all, hear now God's call, And pray with one accord:

Saints, raise your songs, with joyful tongues,

To hail th' approaching Lord.

Tamworth, Helmsley, Littleton.

TOW we hail the happy dawning
Of the Gospel's glorious light,
May it take the wings of morning,
And dispel the shades of night;
Blessed Saviour,

Let our eyes behold the sight.
2 Where, amid the desert dreary,
Plant, nor shrub, nor flowret grows,
There refresh the wand'rer weary,
With the sight of Sharon's Rose;
And its beauties

To the longing eye disclose.

3 Where the beasts of prey are prowling,
And the murd'rous serpents hiss,
There exchange the dismal howling
For the pleasing calm of peace;
And for ever

May destruction's empire cease. 4 Ob, let all the world adore theeUniversal be thy fame;

1

Kings and subjects fall before thee,
And extol thy matchless name;
All ascribing

Endless praises to the Lamb.

YES

HYMN 429. 8, 7, 4.

Helmsley, Littleton,

Isa. lii. 10.

ES! we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand :
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in ev'ry land:
When he chooses,

Darkness flies at his command.

2. Let us hail the joyful season;
Let us hail the dawning ray:
When the Lord appears, there's reason
To expect a glorious day:

At his presence

Gloom and darkness flee away.

3 While the foe becomes more daring; While he enters like a flood;

God, the Saviour, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad;
Ev'ry language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand ;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Thro' the world in ev'ry land:
And the idols

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Perish, Lord, at thy command.

HYMN 430. L. M.

BEDDOME,

China, Luther's Hymn, Truro.

He spreads his triumphs all abroad; And sinners, freed from endless pains, Own him their Saviour, and their God.

2 His sons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gate arrive;

Those who were dead in sin before,
By sov'reign grace are made alive.

3 Oh, may his conquests still increase,
And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue;
While angels celebrate his praise,
And saints his growing glories show.
4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below, from all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name ;-
In songs as lofty as his love.

HYMN 431. H. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Eagle-Street, Psalm 148th, Bethesda.

Isa. Ix. 1.

10 ZION, tune thy voice,

And raise thy hands on high;

Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh.
Cheerful in God,

Arise, and shine,
While rays divine

Stream all abroad.

2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head;
The nations round

Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crown'd.

3 In honor to his name

Reflect that sacred light;
And loud that grace proclaim,
Which makes thy darkness bright:
Pursue his praise,

Till sov'reign love
In worlds above
The glory raise.

4 There on his holy hill

A brighter Sun shall rise,
And with his radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies;

1

While round his throne,
Ten thousand stars,
In nobler spheres
His influence own.

HYMN 432. H. M.

TOPLADY.

Eagle-Street, Bethesda, Jubilee.

BLO

LOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!

Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bound;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Thro' all the lands proclaim.

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live.

4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace ;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face.

5 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits rest;
Ye mournful souls be glad!