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406. P. M. 10 s.

Praise.

1 HARK! what distant music melts

upon

the ear! So sweet the tones, the symphonies so clear ! Some seraph sure has touch'd his golden lyre, And praise resounds through all the heavenly choir. Ye mortals, catch the soul-commanding sound; Learn the bless'd theme, and chant the chorus round.

2 O could our strains the rapturous notes combine,

Then should our grateful anthems pour along

The smoothing, swelling harmonies of song; And every breast would glow with Love Divine !

glow Most gracious God, thy humble suppliants hear;

Accept the tributary lays we bring : Thy power we own; thy majesty revere;

Thy, goodness celebrate; thy glories sing. And oh!

may

all in one grand concert raise To Thee hosannas of unceasing praise.

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Sounding of the last Trumpet.

1 JESUS, all hail ! thou risen Saviour, hail ! At thy command the seventh trump shall sound, The sun retire, the moon, the stars turn pale, And heaven, and earth, and sea, no more be found.

2 Rous'd at thy word, the slumbering nations rise; The dead, who live not till the trump be blown, Lift up to Thee their supplicating eyes, And they who pierc'd Thee, weep at mercy's throne.

On all their sins the cleansing fountain rolls, Their robes are wash'd in thine all-saving blood; The Fount of Life supplies their thirsty souls, And every nation drinks the living flood.

4 Bath'd in the crimson stream of Love Divine, With tears of joy, in ecstasy, they cry: " The east, the west, the south, the north, are thine, From everlasting, thine, we shall not die.”

5 “ All souls are mine; all live to God in me, The first the last, the last the first proclaim; Jew, Gentile, Greek, barbarian, bond or free, Are one new man, and bear Immanuel's name.”

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408.

P. M. Praise. Rev. XV. 4. Psa. lxviii. 32. 1 THIS God is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as great as his power,

And neither knows measure nor end. 2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise Him for all that is past,

And trust Him for all that's to come.

409.

C. M.

Praise to the Redeemer.
1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair

We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,

Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace

Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and (O amazing love !)

He came to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,

And dwelt among the dead.
4 O! for this love, let rocks and bills

Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues

The Saviour's praises speak. 3 Angels, assist our mighty joys,

Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,

His love can ne'er be told.

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1 PRAISE ye the Lord ; let praise employ

In his own courts your songs of joy ;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
Recount his works in strains divine;
His wond'rous works how bright they shine
Praise him for his almighty deeds,

Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 2 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,

To spread your sacred pleasures round;
While sweeter music tunes the lute,
The warbling harp, and breathing flute.

Ye virgin train, with joy advance
To praise him in the graceful dance;
To praise awake each tuneful string,

And to the solemn organ sing. 3 Let the loud cymbal sounding high,

To softer, deeper notes reply ;
Harmonious let the concert rise,
And bear the rapture to the skies.
Let all whom life and breath inspire,
Attend and join the blissful choir ;
But chiefly you who know his word,
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord.

411. P. M. 8 s. 7 s.

The God of Mercy adored.
1 PRAISE to God, the great Creator,

Bounteous source of every joy;
He whose hand upholds all nature,

He whose word can all destroy!
Saints, with pious zeal attending,

Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs to heaven ascending,

Join the universal praise.
2 Here indulge each grateful feeling;

Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here his milder grace revealing,

Here no awful thunder rolls :
Lo! the eternal page

before us
Bears the covenant of his love,
Full of mercy to restore us,

Mercy beaming from above. 3 Every secret fault confessing,

Deed uprighteous, thought of sin; Seize, O seize the proffer'd blessing,

Grace from God, and peace within!

Heart and voice with rapture swelling,

Still the song of glory raise; On the theme immortal dwelling,

Join the universal praise.

412.

P. M. 7. 8. 6.

The dying Christian.
1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, О quit this mortal frame !
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying:

Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life!
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,

Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

Drowns my spirit, draws my breath )

Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes—it disappears !

Heaven opens to mine eyes! mine ears
With sounds seraphic ring;
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly.

O grave! where is thy victory?
o death! where is thy sting?

413. C. M.

For Fast. Hos. vi. 4. 1 PERPETUAL Source of light and grace !

We hail thy sacred name;
Through every year's revolving round;

Thy goodness is the same.

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