And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, The fate of empires and the pride of kings; Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory. 2 The sun himself, with gathering clouds opprest,

Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest:

His golden urn shall break, and useless lie, Amidst the common ruins of the sky;

The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion,

And bathe their glittering foreheads in the

ocean.

3 But fix'd, O God! for ever stands thy throne! Jehovah reigns, a universe alone;

The eternal fire that feeds each vital flame, Collected, or diffus'd, is still the same.

He dwells within his own unfathom'd essence, And fills all space with his unbounded pre

sence.

4 But oh! our highest notes the theme debase, And silence is our least injurious praise:

Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight control;

Revere him in the stillness of the soul:

With silent duty meekly bend before him,
And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.

View of Heaven.-STRAPHAN.

300. Mottram 71. Cheriton 76. (31st) or Old 50th. 10, 11.

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N wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and

ON

rise;

View thine inheritance beyond the skies;

Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can

tell,

What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell:

Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,

O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns vic

torious!

2 No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain, In that blest country can admission gain! No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear, For God's own hand shall wipe the falling

tear:

Here our Redeemer, &c.

3 Before the throne a crystal river glides, Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides: Here the fair tree of life majestic rears

Its blooming head, and sov'reign virtue bears: Here our Redeemer, &c.

4 One distant glimpse my eager passion fires!

Jesus! to thee my longing soul aspires!When shall I at my heavenly home arrive,When leave this earth, and when begin to live?

For here my Saviour is all bright and glorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns vic

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torious.

The pardoning God.-
PRESIDENT DAVIES.

PART I.

Colesham 73. Judea 286. New Haven 248.

GRE

REAT God of wonders! all thy ways
Are matchless, godlike, and divine!

But the fair glories of thy grace,
More godlike and unrivall'd shine!
Cho. Who is a pard'ning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

2 Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty daring worms to spare;
This is thy grand prerogative,

And none shall in the honour share.
Cho. Who is, &c.

3 Angels and men resign their claim
To pity, mercy, love, and grace;
These glories crown Jehovah's name
With an incomparable blaze.
Cho. Who is, &c.

4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God;
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye,
A pardon seal'd with Jesu's blood.
Cho. Who is, &c.

5 O may this strange, this matchless grace, This godlike miracle of love,

Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all the angelic choirs above.

Cho. Who is, &c.

Prophet, Priest, and King.-PRES. DAVIES.

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PART II.

Colesham 73. Pearce 269."

JESUS, how precious is thy name!
The great Jehovah's darling thou!
O let me catch th' immortal flame,
With which angelic bosoms glow!
Since angels love thee, I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

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2 My Prophet thou, my heavenly Guide,
Thy sweet instructions I will hear :
The words that from thy lips proceed,
O how divinely sweet they are!
Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

3 My great High-priest, whose precious blood, Did once atone upon the cross,

Who now dost intercede with God,
And plead the friendless sinner's cause!
In thee I trust, thee I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.
4 My King supreme, to thee I bow,
A willing subject at thy feet;
All other Lords I disavow,
And to thy government submit:

My Saviour King, this heart would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

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The Resurrection.-ANONYMOUS.

WE

PART I.

TRUMPET. Colesham 73. Staines 322.

E sing his love who once was slain,
Who soon o'er death reviv'd again,
That all his saints through him might have
Eternal conquests o'er the grave.

Cho. Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty power shall keep;
Till dawns the bright illustrious day,
When death itself shall die away.
Cho. Soon shall, &c.

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ his risen saints shall bring,

From beds of dust and sleeping clay,
To realms of everlasting day.
Cho. Soon shall, &c.

4 When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse shall be no more.
Cho. Soon shall, &c.

5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display;
When all thy saints from death shall rise,
Raptur'd in bliss beyond the skies.
Cho. Soon shall, &c.

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Jesus the King of Glory reigns.—
MRS. STEELE.

PART II.

Manilla 443.

1 JESUS, who vanquish'd all our foes,
Who came to save, who reigns to bless,
From him our every comfort flows,
Life, liberty, and joy, and peace.
Resound, resound, in joyful strains,
Jesus, the King of glory, reigns!
2 Yes, thou art worthy, dearest Lord,
Of universal, endless praise;
With every power to be ador'd,

That men, or angels e'er can raise :
Let heaven and earth unite their strains,
Jesus, the King of glory, reigns!
3 But earth, nor heaven can e'er proclaim
The boundless glories of their King;
Yet must our hearts adore his name,
Dear name, whence all our blessings spring: