2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome, each declining day,
And each revolving year.

3 Nor many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay!

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

Concord. HYMN 105. S. M.

COMER

OME sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov❜reign God,
The universal King.

2 He form'd the deeps unknown,
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

Harmony Grove. HYMN 106. C. M.,

HEN God reveal'd his gracious name,

Wand changed my mournful state,

My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies;
Can give us day for night;

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

Loving-kindness. HYMN 107. L. M.

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

And sing the great Redeemer's praise; He, justly, claims a song from meHis loving-kindness, O, how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd by the fall,

Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all; He sav'd me from my lost estateHis loving-kindness, O, how great. 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul alongHis loving-kindness, O, how strong. 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stoodHis loving-kindness, O, how good.

5 Although I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
And though I have him oft forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath,
His loving-kindness sing in death.
7 Then let me mount and soar away,
To brighter worlds of endless day,
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

Pisgah. HYMN 108. C. M.
FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sov'reign King!
Let ev'ry land its tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honors sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

Carmarthen. HYMN 109. 4 6s and 2 8s.

IVE thanks to God most high,

GThe universal Lord;

The sov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.

Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure,
And ever sure abides thy word.

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,

And spread the heavens alone.
His power and grace are still the same;
And let his name have endless praise.

3 He saw the nations lie,
All perishing in sin,

And pitied the sad state

The ruined world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure,
And ever sure abides thy word.

4 He sent his holy Son

To save us from our wo,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace are still the same;
And let his name have endless praise.

HOW

HYMN 110. C. M.

OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear;

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast;" "Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place,
My never-failing treasury fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
4 Jesus, my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With ev'ry fleeting breath:
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

Dunstable. HYMN 111. 4 6s and 2 8s.

WAKE thy song, O earth!

A glorious day hath birth,

Its star is in the sky;

thy cry:

Tho' long thy night, and deep its gloom,
Arise! arise! thy light has come.

2 Amid the storm of wrath,

When ruin's deluge reign'd,

He saw the direful death,

And bade the ruin end.
Deliverance came, the ark was rear'd,
And o'er the flood the bow appear'd.

3 What tho' thy foe be strong,
And "legion" his dread name—