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.

Friend. Prov. xvii. 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 controll'd;
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;
O! what a friend is Christ to me.

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 sav'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 grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.

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.

Increase of the Church. Isa. ii. 2. Hab. ii. 14. Mic. iv. 1

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, songs as lasting as his love.

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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.
5 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.

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 O 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.

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 flood 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.