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6 Self-interest, Lord, shall fail,

Man's haughtiness sink low;
Thy beauty, Lord, prevail ;

We at thy footstool bow:
Thou know'st our hearts, we need no more :
Give us to worship, love, adore.

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Friend. Prov. xvij. 17; xviii. 24. Cant. v. 16. 1 POOR, weak, and worthless though I am,

I have a rich Almighty Friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,

He freely loves, and without end. 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,

And by his power my foes controllid; He found me wand'ring far from God,

And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,

And says that I shall shortly be Enthron’d with him above the skies;

0! what a friend is Christ to me.

30. C. M. Fountain opened. Zec. xiii. 1. Psa. xxxvi. 9. Isa. xli. 18. 1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung’d beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;

O may I there, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away! 3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be say'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the

Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save.


C. M.
The Light and Glory of God's Word.
1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page,

Majestic as the sun;
It gives a light to every age;

It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.
3 Let endless thanks, O God! be thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.
4 With steadfast zeal may we pursue

The paths of truth and love ;

Till glory break upon our view

In brighter worlds above.

32. L. M. Increase of the Church. Isa. ii. 2. Hab. ii. 14. Mic. iv. ha

1 SHOUT! for the blessed Jesus reigns ;

Through distant lands his triumphs spread :
And sinners, freed from sin and pains,

Own him their Saviour and their Head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar,

Daily at Zion's gate arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before,

By sovereign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,

O'ercome by his victorious power;
Princes in humble posture wait,

And proud blasphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,

Nations remote their offerings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay

To their exalted God and King. 5 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty songs exalt his name,
In songs as lasting as his love.

33. L. M.
King of Nations. Psa. xlvii. 6, 7; lxxii. 10–14.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

3 For Him shall endless prayer be made,

And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise

With every morning sacrifice.
4 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on his name.
9 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,

The pris’ner leaps to loose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.
6 Where he displays his healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings than their father lost. 7 Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honours to their King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.

34. H. M. Kingdom of Christ. Dan. ii. 44. Psa. xxii. 27; lxvii. 3, 4. 1 ALL hail, redeeming Lord!

The wondrous things foretold
Of thee in sacred writ,

With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thy arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.
2 To thee the hoary head

Its silver honours pays;
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days :

And every age their tribute bring,
And bow to thee, all conquering King !
3 0 haste, victorious Prince,

That happy, glorious day,
When souls like drops of dew

Shall own thy gentle sway!
O may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies !
4 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Eternal be thy reign;
Behold the nations sue

To wear thy gentle chain :
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand for ever sure.

35. S. M. Christ the Branch of David, and the Morning Star. 1 ALL hail, mysterious King !

Hail David's ancient root; Thou righteous Branch, which thence did spring

To give the nations fruit. 2 Our weary

souls shall rest Beneath thy grateful shade; Our thirsting lips the sweets shall taste,

By thy bless'd fruit convey'd. 3 Fair morning star, arise !

With living glories bright;
And pour on these awak’ning eyes

A food of sacred light. 4 The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy heavenly ray;
Shine, and our wand'ring footsteps lead

To everlasting day.

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