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The world admires her heavenly dress,

Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and seats her near his throne

; Fair stranger, let thine heart forget

The idols of thy native state.
4 So shall the King the more rejoice

In thee, the fav’rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,

For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise

To his fair palace in the skies !
And all thy sons (a numerous train)

Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honours crown his head :

Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescension of his love.

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Consolation of Israel. Isa. xlix. 13. xl. 1, 2. Luke ii. 25, 26. 1 COME, thou long expected Jesus,

Born to set thy people free ; From our fears and sins release us,

Let us find our rest in Thee; Israel's strength and consolation,

Hope of all the saints thou art; Dear desire of every nation,

Joy of every longing heart. 2 Born thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a king;

Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring: By thine own eternal spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to thy glorious throne.


S. M. Seeker and Saviour of the Lost. Luke xix. 10. Ezek. xxxiv.

11, 12, 15, 16. 1 JESUS, 'tis thine to seek,

'Tis thine to save by grace, The ruin'd, wand'ring, lost, undone,

Of Adam's guilty race. 2 No height, nor depth of sin,

Of wretchedness, or woe, Precluded, Lord, thy boundless love,

To helpless man below. 3 Deep as our depths of guilt,

Didst thou, O Christ, descend;
And lo, the prodigal is found,

Of his Almighty Friend.
4 Come, grateful sinners come,

The Seeker, Saviour, laud;
For ever bless his gracious name;

And praise the loving God.

25. C. M. Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. Job xiv. 15. Isa. xxvi. 9. 1 INFINITE excellence is thine,

Thou lovely Prince of grace ;
Thine uncreated beauties shine

With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet : To Thee their prayers and vows ascend,

In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed,

Delights the church around ; Sweetly the sacred odour's spread

Through all Immanuel's ground. 4 Millions of happy spirits live

On thine exhaustless store : From Thee they all their bliss receive,

And still Thou givest more. 5 Thou art their triumph, and their joy;

They find their all in Thee:
Thy glories will their tongues employ

Through all eternity.

26. C. M.

Our lives blessed by Divine Goodness. ( AGAIN the cheerful beams of day,

Shine to salute our eyes;
Our souls again their tribute pay

To him that rules the skies.

2 Our life is ever on the wing,

And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin,

We all begin to die.
3 Yet mighty God, our fleeting days,

Thy lasting favours share;
And with the bounties of thy grace

Thou crown'st the rolling year.

4 Thy goodness runs an endless round;

All glory to the Lord :
Thy mercy never knows a bound,

And be thy name ador’d.
5 Thus we begin the lasting song;

And when our days are o'er,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,

Till time shall be no more.

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1 AGAIN our weekly labours end,

And we the sabbath's call attend :
Improve, my soul! the sacred rest,

And learn for ever to be blest.
2 This day may our devotions rise,

As grateful incense to the skies;
May heaven that peace divine bestow,

Which none but they who feel it, know. 3 This holy calm within the breast,

Points us to that eternal rest
Which for the sons of God remains ;

The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,

In varied scenes both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,

By hope, we future mercies taste.
5 In holy duties, let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet this sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end !

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Fairer than the sons of men. Psa. xlv. 2; Isxxix. 6.

1 Chron. xvi. 24, 25, 26. 1 ETERNAL Excellence !

Thy worms would fain declare, In the divinest sense,

How Thou art heavenly fair: O, Prince Messiah ! thou art seen The fairest of the sons of men.

2 Jesus, thy beauties shine

Bright, infinitely bright; Both human and divine,

In thee, Lamb, unite! Whate'er in heaven or earth we see As beautiful, are types of thee.

3 The sun, the moon, the stars,

With all the thrones above,
Thine excellence declare,

Thy beauty, power, and love :
All worlds before thy throne we see,
A sea of glass reflecting Thee.
4 Man in his first estate,

Most wonderfully form'd :
With beauty's powers replete,

With holiness adorn'd,
From every spot and blemish free,
Was but a figure, Lord, of thee.
5 As blood of goats and lambs,

Is to thy blood divine;
Or, as their altar's flames,

Dear Jesus, are to thine:
So Adam's purity appears ;.
To Thine no more proportion bears.

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