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1041.

2. How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!-
Zion, behold thy Saviour King!
He reigns and triumphs here."

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3. How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

4. How blessed are our eyės,

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

5. The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

6. O God, make bare Thine arm
Through all the earth abroad:
every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their Lord.

Let

S. M.

1. MOURN for the thousands slain,
The youthful and the strong;)
Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign,
And the deluded throng.

WATTS.

2. Mourn for the tarnished gem-
For reason's light divine,
Quenched from the soul's bright diadem,
Where God had bid it shine.

3. Mourn for the ruined soul-
Eternal life and light

Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl,
And turned to hopeless night.

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4. Mourn for the lost--but call,
Call to the strong, the free;
Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall,
And to the refuge flee.

5. Mourn for the lost-but pray,
Pray to our God above,

To break the fell destroyer's sway,
And show His saving love.

S. M.

1. LORD! while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,

O hear us for our native land--
The land we love the most.

2. Our fathers' sepulchers are here,
And here our kindred dwell;

Our children, too; how should we love
Another land so well?

3. O guard our shores from

every foe,
With peace our borders bless;

With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.

4. Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and Thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

5. Lord of the nations! thus to Thee
Our country we commend;

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Be Thou her Refuge and her Trust,
Her everlasting Friend!

L. M.

1. WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of power and grace,

That spread salvation through our race?

2. Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.

3. That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank !

14. But he who marks, from day to day,
In generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

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GIBBONS.

1. WE praise Thee, Lord! if but one soul,
While the past year prolonged its flight,
Turned shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl,
To health, and liberty, and light.

2. We praise Thee--if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pined,
Beheld the sire and husband come,
Erect, and in his perfect mind.

3. No more a weeping wife to mock,
Till all her hopes in anguish end-
No more the trembling mind to shock,
And sink the father in the fiend.

4. Still give us grace, Almighty King!
Unwavering at our posts to stand;
Till grateful at Thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransomed land.

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1. SLAVERY and death the cup contains; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains,

Compared with those that chafe the soul.

2. Hosannas, Lord! to Thee we sing,

Whose power the giant fiend obeys:
What countless thousands tribute bring,

For happier homes and brighter days!

3. Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heart unbound;
The wife regains a husband freed!
The orphan clasps a father found!

4. Spare, Lord! the thoughtless; guide the blind; Till man no more shall deem it just To live, by forging chains to bind

His weaker brother in the dust.

SARGENT.

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1. FATHER of mercies! send Thy grace,
All powerful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of Thy love.

2. O may our sympathizing breasts
The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe!

3. When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4. So Jesus looked on dying men,
When throned above the skies;
And 'mid th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.

5. On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground,

And made the richest of His blood,
A balm for every wound.

DODDRIDGE.

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1. BLEST is the man whose softening heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain :

2. Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3. He spreads His kind, supporting arms,
To every child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

4. To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

5. Peace from the bosom of his God

The Saviour's grace shall give;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

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C. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1. SPEAK gently-it is better far
To rule by love than fear;

Speak gently-let no harsh word mar
The good we may do here.

2. Speak gently to the young-for they
Will have enough to bear;
Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care.

3. Speak gently to the aged one,

Grieve not the careworn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let them in peace depart.

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