1. LORD! Thou didst arise and say, Down they sank, the foaming seas; Like another heaven was seen! 2. Lord! Thy gracious word repeat 979. 7s. MILMAN. 1. SONS of men, behold from far, 2. Mild it shines on all beneath, 3. Nations all, remote and near, 4. There behold the day-spring rise, 9: lands that in darkness have lain; Hushed be the ac cents of 2. Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn ing, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; Hail to the millions from bondage returning, Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 3. Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing, Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song. 4. See, from all lands-from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fallen are the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. T. HASTINGS. LATTER DAY. 8s & 7s. 1. We are living, we are dwell-ing, In a grand and aw-ful time, In an age on ages tell-ing, To be living is sublime. Hark! the waking up of na-tions, Gog and 9: Ma-gog to the fray. Hark! what soundeth? is creation Groaning for its latter da? 982. 8s & 7s. 2. Will ye play, then, will ye dally, "God's own arm hath need of thine. Worlds are charging to the shock. 3. Worlds are charging-heaven beholding; For the truth's sake go abroad! 983. 8s & 7s. A. C. COXE. 1. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He, whose word can not be broken, On the Rock of Ages foundedWhat can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile on all thy foes. 2. See, the streams of living waters, 3. Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is nearHe who gives them daily manna, He who listens when they cryLet him hear the loud hosanna Rising to His throne on high. NEWTON. 1. ONWARD, onward, men of heaven! 2. Where the Arctic ocean thunders, Lifts the untaught strain of praise. 3. Rude in speech, or grim in feature, Dark in spirit tho' they be, Show that light to every creature, Prince or vassal-bond or free. Lo! they haste to every nation, Host on host the ranks supply, Onward!-Christ is your salvation, And your death is victory. SIGOURNEY. 2. Men, not now their hands imbruing, Reckless borne on passion's flood; Clothe the hills, the valleys cheer; While the world, its wrongs redressing, Breathes a new, sabbatic year. 3. Lord of earth! its mournful story Hasten, in Thy grace, to close; Bring the days of brighter glory, Calm its tumults, heal its woes; All, around the cross uniting, Blend in one harmonious throng; Peace, the rolls of time inditing, Love, the universal song. MRS. GILBERT. |