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HYMNS. 5 When the heaven shall fly fast from the
sound of Thy thunder, And the sun in Thy lightnings grow
languid and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb
cleave asunder ; In the hour of Thy terrors, let mercy
prevail ! 186. Salvation through grace. S.m. GRACE! 'tis a joyful sound, u Harmonious to the ear ; Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man :
Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace first inscrib'd my name
In God's eternal book : 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
Through everlasting days;
And well deserves the praise. 187. Do this in remembrance of me. C.M. TF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
To feel a friend is nigh :
2 O! shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe
Our more than orphan's woe!
Those pangs He would not flee ; What love His latest words display'd,
“ Meet, and remember me.' 4 Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share !
But His recorded there.
188. Rejoicing in Hope.
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see.
You on Jesu's throne shall rest;
There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
189. Fourth Sunday in Advent. TENS. FROM Jesse's root behold a branch arise,
Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills
the skies; Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers, Prepare the way, your God, your God
appears ! 2 The Saviour comes, by prophet bards
foretold : Hear Him ye deaf, and all ye blind behold! He from thick film shall purge the visual ray,
And on the sightless eyeball pour the day. 3 'Tis He th' obstructed paths of sound shall
clear, And pour new music on th' unfolded ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch
forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe! 4 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall
hear, From every face He wipes off ev'ry tear ; In adamantine chains shall Death be bound;
And hell's grim tyrant feel th'eternal wound! 190. St. Stephen's Day. C.M. THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain :
Who follows in His train ?
Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky,
And call'd on Him to save.
3 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
In robes of light array'd,
Thro' peril, toil, and pain !
To follow in their train. 191. Second Advent. L.M. HE comes ! He comes! the Judge on high,
The seventh trumpet speaks Him nigh; The lightnings flash, the thunders roll,
He's welcome to the faithful soul. 2 Descending from His ancient throne, • He claims the kingdoms for His own; The kingdoms all obey His word,
And hail Him their triumphant Lord. 3 Shout, all ye people of the sky,
And all ye saints of God Most High ;
For ever, and for ever reigns. 192.
Sacramental. - L.M. MY God, and is Thy table spread ?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know. 2 (0 let Thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.) 3 Drawn by Thy quick’ning grace, O Lord,
In thronging numbers let us come,
And gather from our Father's board
The bread that lives beyond the tomb. 4 Nor let Thy spreading glory rest,
'Till through the world Thy truth has run, 'Till with this bread all men be blest,
Who see the light or feel the sun. 193. Heavenly Rest. 8,6. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given ;
'Tis found above in heaven.
By sin and sorrow driven ;
And all is drear but heaven.
To brighter prospects given ;
And all serene in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,
And joys supreme are given :
Appears the dawn of heaven. 194. Nature praises God. L.M. THE sun, that walks his airy way,
To light the world and give the day : The moon, that shines in borrow'd light; The stars, that gild the gloomy night;