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3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
Boundless love in Thee I find ;
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
I am all unrighteousness ;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Grace to pardon all my sin ;
Make and keep me pure within,
Freely let me take of Thee ;
Rise to all eternity. 127. Voice of Praise. L.M.D. THERE seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower,
Of Thy indulgence, love, and power.
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise ;
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.
A ransom for my soul to give ;
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.
Upon the morning gale ;
The lilies in the vale.
The loud hosanna sing !
O Zion, hail thy King.
Such beauteous gems are thrown ;
My God, around Thy throne !
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,
Till vale and mountain blaze ;
What then the day where Thou dost shine! 4 Ah! how shall these dim eyes endure
That noon of living rays ?
Upon Thy brightness gaze ?
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
Sound the loud, &c. 2 Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the
our sword !
The Lord hath look'd out from His pillar
of glory, And all her brave thousands are dash'd in
Sound the loud, &c.
AS o'er the past my memory strays,
Still unprepared to die.
My anxious thoughts employ'd ; While time unhallow'd, unimprov'd,
Presents a fearful void.
Chase from this labouring breast ;
That grace can do the rest.
And when Thy sure decree
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.
That spread their silver rays;
Which Hermon's top displays. 4 To such the Lord of life and love
His blessing shall extend ;
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.