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3 In honour to his name,

Reflect that sacred light;
And loud that grace proclaim,

Which makes thy darkness bright;
Pursue his praise,

Till sovereign love,

In worlds above,
The glory raise.
4 There, on his holy hill,

A brighter sun shall rise,
And, with his radiance, fill

Those fairer, purer skies;
While, round his throne,

Ten thousand stars,

In nobler spheres,

His influence own. 451.

Prayer for a Revival.
1 SAVIOUR! visit thy plantation ;

Grant us, Lord ! a gracious rain:
All will come to desolation,

Unless thou return again.
2 Keep no longer at a distance;

Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,

Every plant should droop and die. 3 Let our mutual love be fervent,

Make us prevalent in prayers ;
Let each one, esteemed thy servant,

Shun the world's enticing snares. 4 Break the tempter's fatal power;

Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin, from this good hour,

To revive thy work afresh. 452.

Future Peace and Glory of Zior. 1 HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken ;

“O my people! faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you:
Scenes of heart-felt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways:

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You shall name your walls—Salvation,

And your gates shall all be praise." 2 There, like streams that feed the garden,

Pleasures, without end, shall fiow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,

All his bounty shall bestow :
Still, in undisturbed possession,

Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,

Hear the voice of war again.
3 Ye, no more your suns declining,

Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,

Find eternal noon in me:
God will rise, and, shining o'er you,

Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, will be your glory,

God your everlasting light. 453.

Winning Souls. I WOULD


win a soul to God? Tell him of a Saviour's blood, Once for dying sinners spilt,

To atone for all their guilt.
2 Tell him how the streams did glide,

From his hands, his feet, his side,
How his head, with thorns, was crowned,

And his heart in sorrow drowned :3 How he yielded up his breath,

How he agonized in death,
How he lives to intercede,

Christ, our advocate and head.
4 Tell him,-it was sovereign grace

Led thee first to seek his face ;
Made thee choose the better party

Wrought salvation in thy heart. 5 Tell him of that liberty

Wherewith Jesus makes us free;
Sweetly speak of sins forgiven,
Earnest of the joys of heaven.

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Fountain of Life.
1 SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,

Streams of living water flow!
God has opened there a fountain

That supplies the plains below:
They are blessed,

Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels, flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way ;
Life, and health, and joy, bestowing,

Making all around look gay:
O ye nations!

Hail the long-expected day.
3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,

All-enriching as it goes;
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure -

Buds and blossoms as the rose :
Every object

Sings for joy where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life, the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are saved from mourning,

Pleasure comes, and hopes abound;
Fair their portion !-

Endless life, with glory crowned.


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Christ receiving Children.
1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,

With all-engaging charms!
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms !
2 “Permit them to approach,” he cries,

“ Nor scorn their humble name;
For 't was to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.”

L. M.

3 We bring them, Lord ! in thankful handsy

And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,-

Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock! with pleasure hear,

Ye children! seek his face;
And fly, with transports, to receive

The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust ;-
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,

If weeping o'er their dust. 456.

Infant Baptism.
1 0 LORD! encouraged by thy grace,

We bring our infant to thy throne;
Give it within thy heart a place,

Let it be thine, and thine alone.
2 Wash it from every stain of guilt,

And let this child be sanctified ;
Lord! thou canst cleanse it, if thou wilt,

And all its native evils hide.
3 We ask not, for it, earthly bliss,

Or earthly honors, wealth or fame:
The sum of our request is this,

That it may love and fear thy name.
4 This infant, we by faith commit

To thy kind love and guardian care;
We lay it at the Saviour's feet,

He will not let it perish there. 457.

The promise to Abraham.
1 HOW large the promise—how divine,

To Abra'm and his seed!
“I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need.
2 The words of his extensive love,

From age to age, endure;
The angel of the covenant proves,

And seals the blessings sure.

C. M.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our forefathers given;
He takes young children in his arms,

And calls them heirs of heaven.
4 Our God,-how faithful are his ways!

His love endures the same;
Nor, from the promise of his grace,
Blots out the children's name.

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Christ blessing Children. 1 THE Saviour kindly calls

Our children to his breast;
He holds them in his gracious arms ;-

Himself declares them blest.
2 “Let them approach,” he cries,

“Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heaven are such as these,

For such as these I came.”
3 With joy we bring them, Lord !

Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine,

Thine may our offspring be. 459.

The Saviour blessing Children.
1 WHEN Jesus left the throne of God,

He chose an humble birth;
A man of grief, like, us he trod

A lonely path on earth.
2 Eike him, may we be found below,

In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like him, in grace and knowledge, grow,

As years and strength increase.
3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look,

When mothers round him pressed;
Their infants, in his arms, he took,

And on his bosom blessed.
4 When Jesus into Salem rode,

The children sang around;
For joy, whey plucked the palms and strewed

Their garments on the ground.

C. M.

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