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2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile?
The gifts of God are strown,
Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
The lamp of life deny?
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learnt Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
It spreads from pole to pole;
The Lamb for sinners slain,
In bliss returns to reign.
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
And rule in equity. 2 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
Spring in His path to birth:
Shall peace, the herald, go;
From hill to valley flow. 3 Arabia's desert ranger
To Him shall bow the knee;
His glory come to see:
Ships from the isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet. 4 Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
His praise all people sing:
O'er river, sea, and shore
Or dove's light wing, can soar. 5 For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
69. Tune-Wittemburg, 252. 7,6,7,6 double. “Blessed be His glorious name for ever: and let
the whole earth be filled with His glory.”
11 Great David's greater Son!
The mountain dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon. 6 O'er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest,
All blessing and all blest.
His covenant remove;
That name to us is Love.
L.M “All nations shall serve Him." 1 TESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
With every morning sacrifice.
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
Their early blessings on His name.
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
Tune-Knecht, 243. 7,6,7,6. “When God bringeth back the captivity of His people." 1 THAT the Lord's Salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To lead His outcasts home.
Shall heathen feet profane?
Rebuild her walls again.
Thy saving grace impart;
Release the fettered heart.
Her lost Messiah see;
And bind Thy Church to Thee.
U Of every clime and coast,
The land we love the most.
PUBLIC WORSHIP AND PRAYER.
Tune-Maidstone, 295. 8 line 7s. “How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!” 1 PLEASANT are Thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
For Thy fulness, God of grace !
Round Thy altars, O Most High !
They can to their Ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
Even in this vale of woe;
Who hast led them safe through all.
Tune-St. John, 233. 6,6,6,6,8,8. | I love to stand within its walls, “ How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!” For Thou, O Lord, art present there. 1 T ORD of the worlds above,
2 I love to tread the hallowed courts, U How pleasant and how fair
Where two or three for worship meet;
For thither Christ Himself resorts,
And makes the little band complete.
3 'Tis sweet to raise the common song,
To join in holy praise and love,
And imitate the blessed throng
That mingle hearts and songs above.
4 Within these walls may peace abound; O happy men that pay
May all our hearts in one agree!
Where brethren meet, where Christ is found,
May peace and concord ever be !
That love the way
Tune-Sherborne, 293. 6 line 7s. 3 They go from strength to strength
“God be merciful unto us, and bless us." Through this dark vale of tears,
1 MOD of mercy, God of grace, Till each arrives at length,
U Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.
2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored; 75. Tune-Warrington, 45.
Let the nations shout and sing “In the midst of the Church will I sing praise.”
Glory to their Saviour King; 1 SWEET is the solemn voice that calls
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
PUBLIC WORSHIP AND PRAYER.
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I. 77.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, Tune-St. Sepulchre, 35. L.M.
By Satan sorely prest, “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.”
By war without, and fears within, 1 PEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place, Know that the Lord is God alone,
That, sheltered near Thy side, He can create, and He destroy.
I may my fierce accuser face, 2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
And tell him Thou hast died. Made us of clay, and formed us men;
5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die, And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners such as I 3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
Might plead Thy gracious name!
Tune-Meinaa, 289. 6 line 78.
“Behold how good and how pleasant it is for 4 Wide as the world is Thy command,
brethren to dwell together in unity!" Vast as eternity Thy love;
l’MIS a pleasant thing to see Firm as a-rock Thy truth must stand,
1 Brethren in the Lord agree; When rolling years shall cease to move.
Children of a God of love
Live as they shall live above; 78. Tune--Spohr, 167.
C.M. Acting each a Christian part, “Ask, and it shall be given you.”
One in life, and one in heart. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, 2 As the precious ointment shed