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2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom;

O what a Sun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain, To bind our Lord in death;

He shook their kingdom when he fell,
By his expiring breath.

4 And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies:

Broken beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

5 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung!

Let gladness dwell on every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

6 Ten thousand differing lips shall join,
To hail this happy morn;

Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.

606.

C.M.-Jesus" seen of Angels." 1 Tim. iii. 16.

1 BEYOND the glittering starry skies,
Which God's right hand sustains;
There, in the boundless worlds of light,
Our great Redeemer reigns.

2 Legions of angels, strong and fair,
In countless armies shine:

At his right hand, with golden harps,
They offer songs divine.

3" Hail! Prince," they cry, " for ever hail, Whose unexampled love

Mov'd thee to quit these blissful realms,
And royalties above!"

4 And while he stoop'd on earth to dwell,
And suffer rude disdain,
They cast their honours at his feet,
And waited in his train.

5 In all his toils and conflicts here,
Their Sovereign they attend;
And pause-and wonder how, at last,
This scene of love will end.

6 When all the powers of hell combin'd To fill his cup of wo,

Their wondering eyes beheld his tears
In blood and anguish flow.

7 As on the torturing cross he hung,
And darkness veil'd the sky,

Amaz'd they saw that awful sight-
The Lord of glory die!

8 They saw him break the bars of death, Which none e'er broke before;

And rise in conquering majesty,
To stoop to death no more.

the skies,

9 They throng'd his chariot up
And bore him to his throne;
And with a shout, exulting cried,
"The glorious work is done."

10 Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail!
We too would catch the sound;
And spread the glories of thy name
To earth's remotest bound.

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607.

S.M.-"To-day if ye will hear His voice."

ALL yesterday is gone!

To-morrow's not your own:

What day is better than to-day,
To bow before the throne?

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Why should we yet delay,

And not to God return?

How sad to have our oil to buy,
When we should have it burn!
Oh hear his voice to-day,

And harden not your heart:
To-morrow, with a frown, he may
Pronounce the word-Depart.

608.

P.M.-Danger of Delay.

1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
The' longer wisdom you despise,
Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten mercy to implore,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner, to return,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

609.

C.M.-Sincerity. John i. 47.

1 AM I an Israelite indeed,

Without a false disguise?

Have I renounc'd my sins, and left
My refuges of lies?

2 Say, does my heart unchang'd remain, Or is it form'd anew?

What is the rule by which I walk,
The object I pursue?

3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,
My real state to know!

If I am wrong, O set me right;
If right, preserve me so.

610.

L.M.-The Happiness of God's Israel. Deut. xxxiii. 26-29.
1 WITH Israel's God who can compare?
Or who, like Israel happy are?
O! people saved by the Lord,
He is thy shield and great reward.
2 Upheld by everlasting arms,

Thou art secur'd from foes and harms,
In vain their plots and false their boasts,
Our refuge is the Lord of Hosts.

611.

P.M.-For a Blessing on the Word.

ON what has now been sown,
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
The power is thine alone

To make it spring and grow:
Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise.

612.

C.M.-The Sower.

1 OH God! by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest;
Whose word, like manna shower'd from heaven,
Is planted in our breast.

2 Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air,
The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And weeds of worldly care!

3 Though buried deep or thinly strewn,
Do thou thy grace supply;

The hope in earthly furrows sown
Shall ripen in the sky.

613.

P.M.—At parting.

1 FOR a season call'd to part,

Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.
2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer!
Tender Shepherd of the sheep!
Let thy mercy and thy care
All our souls in safety keep.
3 In thy strength may we be strong,
Sweeten every cross and pain;
Give us, if we live, ere long
Here to meet in peace again.
4 Then, if thou thy help afford,
Ebenezers shall be rear'd;

And our souls shall praise the Lord,
Who our poor petitions heard.

614.

C.M.-Union at parting.

1 BLEST be the dear uniting love,
That will not let us part;
Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.

2 Join'd in one spirit to our head,
Where he appoints we go,
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
And shew his praise below.
3 O may we ever walk with him,
And nothing know beside;
Nothing desire, nothing esteem,
But Jesus crucified.

4 Partakers of the Saviour's grace,
The same in mind and heart;

Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,
Nor life, nor death, can part.

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