3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

Boundless love in Thee I find ;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness ;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin ;
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within,
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee ;
Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity. 127. Voice of Praise. L.M.D. THERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tell, O Lord, the wondrous tale

Of Thy indulgence, love, and power.
The birds that rise on quivering wing,

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise ;
And all the mingling sounds of spring

To Thee a general chorus raise. 2 And shall my voice, great God, alone

Be mute, 'midst nature's loud acclaim ? No, let my heart, with answering tone,

Breathe forth in praise Thy holy name.
The Saviour left His heavenly throne,

A ransom for my soul to give ;
Man's suffering state He made His own,

And deign'd to die that I might live.

MESSIAH, at Thy glad approach

The howling winds are still : Thy praises fill the lonely waste,

And breathe from every hill. 2 The hidden fountains, at Thy call,

Their sacred stores unlock; Loud in the desert sudden streams

Burst living from the rock.
3 The incense of the spring ascends

Upon the morning gale ;
Red o'er the hills the roses bloom,

The lilies in the vale.
4 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace

The loud hosanna sing !
With hallelujahs and with hymns,

O Zion, hail thy King.

129.

Celestial Glory.
SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below

Such beauteous gems are thrown ;
O what magnificence must glow,

My God, around Thy throne !
So brilliant here these drops of light,

There the full ocean rolls how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky,

With thousand stars inwroughtHung, like some royal canopy,

With glittering diamonds fraughtBe, Lord, Thy Temple's outer veil, What glory round the shrine must dwell ! 3 The dazzling sun, at noontide hour,

Forth from His flaming vase,
Flinging o'er earth His golden shower,

Till vale and mountain blaze ;
But shows, O Lord, one beam of Thine :'

What then the day where Thou dost shine! 4 Ah! how shall these dim eyes endure

That noon of living rays ?
Or how my spirit, so impure,

Upon Thy brightness gaze ?
Anoint, O Lord, anoint my sight,
And robe me for that world of light.

130. Song of Miriam. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's

dark sea! Jehovah hath triumph’d, His people are

free : Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken : His chariots and horsemen, all splendid

and brave, How vain was their boasting ! the Lord

hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in

the wave.

Sound the loud, &c. 2 Praise to the Conqueror, 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!

The Lord hath look'd out from His pillar

of glory, And all her brave thousands are dash'd in

the tide.

Sound the loud, &c.
131. Time Misimproved.

AS o'er the past my memory strays,
– Why heaves the secret sigh ?
"Tis that I mourn departed days,

Still unprepared to die.
2 The world, and worldly things belov'd,

My anxious thoughts employ'd ; While time unhallow'd, unimprov'd,

Presents a fearful void.
3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair

Chase from this labouring breast ;
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,

That grace can do the rest.
4 My life's best remnant all be Thine ;

And when Thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,

O speed my soul to Thee! 132. Death of the Righteous. L.M. SWEET is the scene when Christians die,

When holy souls retire to rest; How mildly beams the closing eye!

How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away,

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day,

So dies a wave along the shore.

3 Triumphant smiles the Victor's brow,

Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing ; O grave, where is thy victory now?

And where, insidious death, thy sting ? 133. Psalm CXXXIII. C.M. SWEET is the love that mutual glows

Within each brother's breast; And binds in gentlest bonds each heart,

All blessing and all blest. 2 Sweet as th' odorous balsam poured

On Aaron's sacred head, Which o'er his beard, and down his vest,

A breathing fragrance shed.
3 Like morning dews on Zion's mount,

That spread their silver rays;
And deck with gems the verdant pomp

Which Hermon's top displays. 4 To such the Lord of life and love

His blessing shall extend ;
On earth a life of joy and peace,

And life that ne'er shall end.

134. The Star of Bethlehem. L.M.D. WHEN, marshalld on the nightly plain,

The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the Star of Bethlehem.