3. He comes, your souls to save He lifts you from the tomb: Your voices raise, with sons of light; 222. Ye mortals spread the sound, To earth's remotest bound; For peace on earth, from God in heaven, H. M. SALISBURY COLL. 1. HARK! hark!-the notes of joy And seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains; Some new delight in heaven is known: To earth His footsteps bend; Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll! 4. Strike, strike the harps again, To great Immanuel's name; And all His grace proclaim; Angels and men wake every string, 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, 224. 12s. 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, 2. While passing a garden I paused to hear A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was there; 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! 5. I'm now on my journey to mansions above; 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, 2. How damp were the vapors that fell on His head! 4. Come, saints, and adore Him; come, bow at His feet: O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet; And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. MARIE DE FLEURY. 227. L. M. 1. O'ER the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, Descends the fitful evening blast. 2. The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into his sheltered nest; 3. Still near the lake, with weary tread, 4. Why seeks He not a home of rest? 5. Such was the lot He freely chose, RUSSELL. 1. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill, When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the night, 2. Hark! from the midnight hills around, 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, 66 4. "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye; The long-expected hour is nigh; The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 5. "See, Mercy, from her golden urn, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; The bleeding bosom of despair. 6. "He comes to cheer the trembling heart; Bids Satan and his host depart; 229. Again the day-star gilds the gloom, L. M. T. CAMPBELL. 1. How sweetly flowed the Gospel sound 2. From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke, |