People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns,
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our king;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
211. L. M. EXETER COLLECTION.
Praise for the blessings given through Jesus.
To God, of every good the spring,
The tribute of your praises bring,
For grace and truth through Jesus given,
Mercy, and peace, and hopes of heaven.
Grateful the joyous news proclaim,
Salvation is in Jesus' name;
Salvation!-shout the glorious sound,
Proclaim it to the world around.
Jesus!-that name shall calm their fears, Dispel their doubts, and dry their tears; Shall ease the anxious throbbing breast, And give the weary mourner rest.
Jesus!-our prophet, saviour, king,
For Jesus grateful praise we bring
To thee, from whom his blessings flow'd,
To thee, our Father and our God.
212. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
[Luke xii. 32.]
YE little flock, whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares;
Look to the shepherd of your souls,
And smile away your fears.
Your Father will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight;
His feeblest child his love shall call
To triumph in his sight.
Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring
For sure supports like these,
And o'er the pious dead we sing
Thy living promises.
For all we have, for all we hope,
We bless thy sacred name;
Nor shall that stroke disturb the song
Which breaks this mortal frame.
God our guide and guardian.
LET great Jehovah be adored,
The eternal, all-sufficient Lord!
He through the world most high confest,
By whom 'twas form'd, and is possest.
Awake, our noblest powers, to bless
The God of Abram, God of
Now by a dearer title known,
Father and God of Christ his son.
Through every age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants'
prayer;
Nor can one humble soul complain
That it hath sought its God in vain.
What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,
While still he owns his ancient name,
The same his power, his love the same?
To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
And boldly through the desert tread;
For God will guard where God shall lead.
The invitations of Jesus.
[Matt. xi. 28.]
COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home,
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, -Long hast roam'd the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
Ye who, tost on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise:
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
P. M. HENRY MOORE.
The unrivalled beauty and glory of religion.
SOFT are the fruitful showers that bring
The welcome promise of the spring,
And soft the vernal gale:
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove,
The voice of nature and of love,
That gladden every vale.
But softer in the mourner's ear
Sounds the mild voice of mercy near,
That whispers sins forgiven;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the raptured soul she tells
Of peace and promised heaven.
Fair are the flowers that deck the ground;
And groves and gardens blooming round
Unnumber'd charms unfold:
Bright is the sun's meridian ray,
And bright the beams of setting day
That robe the clouds in gold.
But far more fair the pious breast,
In richer robes of goodness drest,
Where heaven's own graces shine;
And brighter far the prospects rise
That burst on faith's delighted eyes
From glories all divine.
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