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.

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.

PRAYER.
170. LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

U 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

way,
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 !
0, let it now be shown

How true, how good Thou art !
Lord, send a gracious answer down,

To every waiting heart!

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

down,
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.