3. He comes, your souls to save
From death's eternal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light

He lifts you from the tomb:

Your voices raise, with sons of light;
Your songs unite of endless praise.
4. Glory to God, on high!

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Ye mortals spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly

To earth's remotest bound;

For peace on earth, from God in heaven,
To man is given, at Jesus' birth.

H. M.

SALISBURY COLL.

1. HARK! hark!-the notes of joy
Roll o'er the heavenly plains,

And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains;

Some new delight in heaven is known:
Loud sound the harps around the throne.
2. Hark! hark!-the sound draws nigh,
The joyful host descends;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth His footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.
3. Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity He can show;

Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.

4. Strike, strike the harps again,

To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men!

And all His grace proclaim;

Angels and men wake every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.

REED'S COLL.

1. SEE, daylight is fading, o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea; Oh, now in the hush of the fitful commotion

We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee. 2. Full oft wast thou found afar on the mountain,

As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave: Thou Son of the Highest, and life's endless fountain, Be with us, we pray Thee, to bless and to save. 3. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's deep,

Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And guard us from evil, though Death watch our sleep.

4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven,
Who dwells with the lowly and humble in heart,
To the Son and the Spirit all glory be given:
One God, ever blessed and praised, Thou art.

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HEBER.

1. WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is

streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, They fly to their Master, "Save, Lord, or we perish."

2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."

3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish,

Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."

1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest,
The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west,
O'er fields by pale moonlight or stars' trembling ray,
In deep meditation, I wandered away.

2. While passing a garden I paused to hear

A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was there;
The voice of the sufferer affected my heart,

While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.

3. So deep were His sorrows, so fervent His prayers, That down o'er His bosom rolled sweat, blood,

and tears!

I wept to behold Him!-I asked Him His name, He answered, ""Tis JESUS! from heaven I came !" 4. How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice! His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant His voice!

I flew from the garden to spread it abroad!
I shouted Salvation! and Glory to God!

5. I'm now on my journey to mansions above;
My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love!
I think of the garden, the prayers, and the tears,
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears!
6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;
My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise
To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

1. THOU Sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale

beams

Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.

2. How damp were the vapors that fell on His head!
How hard was His pillow, how humble His bed!
The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.
3. O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow-the triumph of love!

4. Come, saints, and adore Him; come, bow at His feet:

O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,

And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

MARIE DE FLEURY.

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L. M.

1. O'ER the dark wave of Galilee

The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast.

2. The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

3. Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on His lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

4. Why seeks He not a home of rest?
Why seeks He not a pillowed bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay His head.

5. Such was the lot He freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race;
And through His poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

RUSSELL.

1. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,

And silence slept on Zion's hill,

When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the night,
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light-

2. Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 3. On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came;

High heaven with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and sung:

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4. "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;

The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

5. "See, Mercy, from her golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds, with tender care,

The bleeding bosom of despair.

6. "He comes to cheer the trembling heart; Bids Satan and his host depart;

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Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom."

L. M.

T. CAMPBELL.

1. How sweetly flowed the Gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and gladness filled the place!

2. From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke,
To heaven He led His followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.