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167 SOON shall arrive the glorious day,

When thron'd on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend that veil away,

Which blinds the nations now;
2 When earth no more beneath the fear

Of his rebuke shall die ;
When pain shall cease, and ev'ry tear

Be wip'd from ev'ry eye;
3 Then Judah, thou no more shalt mourn,

Beneath the heathen's chain,
Thy days of splendour shall return,

And all be new again.
4 Lo, on the mountains beauteous stand

The messengers of peace :
Salvation by the Lord's right hand

They shout, and never cease.

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To bless Thy chosen race,

In mercy, Lord, incline;
And cause the brightness of Thy face

On all Thy saints to shine.

That so Thy wondrous way
· May through the world be known,
While distant lands their tribute pay,

And Thy salvation own.
Let diff'ring nations join

To celebrate Thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine

To praise Thy glorious name.

4 O let them shout and sing

With joy and pious mirth,
For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,

Shalt govern all the earth. 169 O THAT the Lord's salvation

Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,

To lead His outcasts home. ,
How long the holy city .

Shall heathen feet profane ?
Return, O Lord, in pity,

Rebuild her walls again.
2 Let fall Thy rod of terror,

Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,

Release the fettered heart.
Let Israel home returning

Her lost Messiah see;'
Give oil of joy for mourning,

And bind Thy Church to Thee.

170 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

With rev'rence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,

We may, we must draw near.
2 We perish if we cease from prayer ;

O, grant us power to pray ;
And when to meet Thee we prepare,

Lord, meet us by the way.

171 MY God and Father, while I stray

Far from my home, on life's rough

O teach me from my heart to say, .

" Thy will be done!”

2 If Thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine ;-

- Thy will be done!”

3 If but my fainting heart be blest

With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest ;-

" Thy will be done !"

4 Renew my will from day to day ;

Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done!”

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more,

The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,

“ Thy will be done!"

172 0 THOU that hearest prayer,

Behold us at Thy feet;
Now let us prove Thy presence here,

Where two or three are met!


Thy promise, Lord, we plead;
Nor can we plead in vain ;
Thou never saidst to Israel's seed,

“ Seek ye my face in vain.”
Glory to Thee alone,

Thou God of boundless grace,
Who dost refreshing showers send down,

To cheer Thy drooping race !
O, let it now be shown
How true, how good Thou art!
Lord, send a gracious answer down,

To every waiting heart!

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173 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Return, O Holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.
3 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.
4 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

174 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet,

There they behold a mercy seat ;
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,

And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.
2 Still may they prove the pow'r of pray'r

To strengthen faith and sweeten care;
To teach their faint desires to rise,

And bring all heav'n before their eyes ;
3 Lord, we are weak, but Thou art near,

Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear,
Rend Thou the heav'ns, come quickly

And make a thousand hearts Thine own.

175 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to Thy will,

And make Thy pleasure mine!
2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears ;
: Or tremble at the gracious hand

.. That wipes away my tears ?
3 No;—rather let me freely yield

What most I prize, to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favour, all my journey through,

If Thou vouchsafe to grant,
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.

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