346. Jesus the Shepherd.-T. WALKER. THE Green Pasture 267. (30th.) HE Lord my Shepherd is, he makes me lie 'Mong cooling shades, the peaceful waters nigh; He, with his rod, and crook, and watchful eye, Recalls my wand'ring steps, my wants supply: Tho' I walk thro' death's shade, where terrors are, I'll fear no ill, my Shepherd's with me there. 347. Holy Unity.-T. WALKER. HOW good and how pleasant when breth ren agree, Bound closely together in firm unity; His love-above all else is supreme: Prayer for Unity.-T. WALKER. PART I. 348. Dedication 282. (For Singing Societies.) (57th.) 1 HE EAV'NLY Instructor, with thy smiles While to thy name we dedicate our lays; Thus then combining, hearts with voices joining, Sing we, in harmony, Immanuel's praise. 2 Here, ev'ry gen'rous sentiment awaking, Our songs inspiring purity and joy; Pure social pleasure, giving and partaking, Long may continue our unity and joy. Miriam's Song; or, the Destruction of Pharaoh and his Host in the Red Sea.-Moore. Jehovah has triumph'd, his people are free! Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariot, his horsemen, all splendid and brave; How vain was their boasting! the Lord has but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave! Cho. Sound the loud timbrel, &c. 2 Praise to the Conqueror; O praise to the Lord; His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword! Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide! Cho. Sound the loud timbrel, &c. The Negro is free. August 1st. 1834. 348. 1 MONTGOMERY. PART III. Gethsemane Chorus 366. BLOW ye the trumpet abroad in the sea, Britannia hath triumph'd! the Negro is free! Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken; His scourges and fetters, all clotted with blood, Are wrenched from his grasp;-for the word was but spoken, And fetters and scourges are sunk in the flood. Cho. Blow ye the trumpet abroad, &c. 2 Hail to Britannia-fair liberty's isle! Her frown quelled the tyrant, the slave caught the smile: Fly on the winds to tell Afric the story, And say to the mother of mourners, "Rejoice!" Britannia went forth in her beauty,-her glory, And slaves sprang to men at the sound of her voice! Praise to the God of our fathers!-'twas heJEHOVAH, that triumphed,-my country, by THEE! 349. On the Love of God.-ANONYMOUS, PART I. Mottingham 44. Leach 290. 1 COULD oceans, rivers, springs, and lakes, All that the name of water takes, Be turn'd to ink of blackest hue, 2 A book so large could we suppose, 3 Were all that ever liv'd on earth, Towards Adam's ruin'd race: The 5 And then, to show that love, O then! Nay-'till eternity should end, 349. 1 The fettered Mind.-MRS. STEele. AH PART II. Love Divine 42. Mount Zion 43. H! why should this immortal mind, Why thus amus'd with empty toys, 2 The mind was form'd to mount sublime, But earthly vapours cloud her sight, 3 The world employs its various snares, 4 Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies, 5 Heaven calls-and can I yet delay? |