Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the sound, The gen'ral burst of joy.
The Book of Nature and Scripture. Psalms xix.
1 BEHOLD! the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
2 The darkness and the light,
Whose gen'ral voice is known;
Proclaim Jehovah's boundless might,
The orders of his throne.
3 Ye christian lands rejoice;
Το you his word is giv'n;
Nor are you left from nature's voice
To learn the path to heav'n.
4 His statutes and commands
Are set before our eyes;
He puts his gospel in our hands,
Where our salvation lies.
5 His laws are just and pure,
His truth without deceit ;
His promises forever sure,
And his rewards are great.
6 While with the heart and tongue,
We spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
Our Saviour and our God.
Freedom from Errors, Guilt, and Folly. Ps. xix. 12, 14.
1 BLESS'D Instructor! from thy ways,
Who can tell how oft he strays?
Save from error's growth the mind,
Leave not, Lord! one root behind.
2 Purge us from the guilt that lies
Wrapt within our hearts' disguise;
Let us thence, by thee renew'd,
Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3 Let our tongues, from error free,
Speak the words approv'd by thee:
To thine all-observing eyes,
Let our thoughts accepted rise.
4 While we thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Bless'd Redeemer! bow thine ear;
God, our strength! propitious hear.
Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.
1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony!
2 We see, and we admire,
In sympathy of love;
We feel the strong attractive pow'r
To lift our souls above.
3 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardour to confess
The energy divine.
4 In him our hearts unite;
Nor share his griefs alone,
But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.
Christ the Light of the World.
1 BEHOLD the Prince of peace,
The chosen of the Lord,
God's well-beloved Son, fulfils
The sure prophetic word!
2 No royal pomp adorns
This king of righteousness: But meekness, patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress.
3 The spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great Prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.
4 Jesus, thou light of men!
Thy doctrine life imparts:
O may we feel its quick'ning pow'r
To warm and glad our hearts.
5 Cheer'd by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heav'nly way:
The path which Christ hath mark'd and trod, Will lead to endless day.
Christ the Light and Life of the World.
1 BEHOLD the light! now see it rise,
How fast it spreads! fills earth and skies,
While night and darkness flee apace,
Before the Saviour's day of
2 The sun's bright beam shall now expire
In brighter rays and warmer fire;
Nature, regenerate and pure,
Shall rise to glory, and endure.
3 No winter shall these climes annoy,
No chilling blasts young buds destroy;
The tree of life its fruit shall yield,
And dying man of death be heal'd.
4 Seraphic raptures swell the theme,
And joys bewilder like a dream;
Then wait, each soul, the perfect day;
Yet walk the bright, the shining way.
61. L. M.
The better Part. Luke x. 43.
1 BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path we stand:
Father, divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide our doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage our roving treach'rous heart,
To choose the wise, the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.
3 Then let the fiercest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwrecks shall we fear,
But all our treasures with us bear.
4 If thou, our Father, still be nigh,
Cheerful we live, and joyful die;
Secure when mortal comforts flee,
To find a thousand worlds in thee.
62. c. M.
Christian Charity.
1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands !
His weeping foll'wers, gath'ring round,
Receive his last commands.
2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.
3 Bless'd is the man, whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain;
4 He spreads his kind supporting arms To ev'ry child of grief;
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