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2 Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued

them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that

pursued them; Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion! the power, that hath saved thee,

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should Shout,-for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

C. M

Universal Praise.
10 CITY of the Lord ! begin

The universal song:
And let the scattered villages

The joyful notes prolong. ? Let Kedar's wilderness afar

Lift up the lonely voice ;
And let the tenants of the rock

In accent rude rejoice.
3 Oh! from the streams of distant lands

To our Jehovah sing ;
And joyful, from the mountain-tops,

Shout to the Lord, the king.
4 Let all combined, with one accord,

The Saviour's glories raise,
Till, in the earth's remotest bounds,

The nations sound his praise. 570.

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Davoning of the Latter. Day.
1 LOOK, ye saints! the day is breaking ;

Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking

By his word in every land;
Day advances,-

Darkness flies, at his command.
2 While the foe becomes more daring,

While he enters like a flood,
God, the Saviour, is preparing

Means to spread his truth abroad:
Every language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

L.

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious!

Let thy people see thy power;
Let the gospel be victorious,

Through the world for evermore;
Then shull idols

Perish, while thy saints adore. 571.

Success unticipated. 1 BEHOLD th' expected time draw near,

The shades disperse, the dawn appear!
Behold the wilderness assume

The beauteous tiits of Eden's bloom! 2 Events with prophecies conspire

To raise our faith, our zeal to fire:
The ripening tields, already white,

Present a harvest to the sight. 3 The untaught heathen waits to know

The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captive, to receive

The freedom Jesus has to give.
4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart,

In the blest labor share a part ;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring

To aid the triumphs of our King. 572.

The Victories of Christ. 1 HOSANNA to our conquering King !

All hail! incarnate love!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait

To crown thy hcad above. 2 Thy victries and thy deathless fame,

Through the wide world, shall run; And everlasting ages sing

The triumph thou hast won. 573.

The generul Jubilee.
1 FAIR shines the morning-star;

The silver trumpets sound,
Their notes rc-echoing far,

While dawns the day around:
Joy to the earth-the earth is free;
It is the year of jubilee.

C. M.

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2 Pris'ners of hope, in gloom

And silence, left to die !
With Christ's unfolding tomb,

Your portals open fly:
Rise with your Lord-he sets you free;

It is the year of jubilee.
3 Ye who yourselves have sold

For debts to justice due,
Ransomed—but not with gold !

He gave himself for you:
The blood of Christ hath made you free;

It is the year of jubilee.
4 Captives of sin and shame!

O’er earth and ocean, hear
An angel's voice proclaim

The Lord's accepted year:
Let Jacob rise—be Israel free;

It is the year of jubilee. 574.

The Reign of Christ established.
I SHOUT,- for the great Redeemer reigns,

Through distant lands his triumphs spread;
Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,

Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 Oh! may his conquests still increase;

Let every foe his power subdue;
While angels celebrate his praise,

Saints shall his rising glories show. 3 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty songs, exalt his name,

In songs as lasting as his love. 575.

The Reign of Christ. 1 WAKE the song of jubilee,

Let it echo o'er the sea !
Now hath come the promised hour ;

Jesus reigns with sovereign power.
2 All ye nations ! join and sing,

“ Christ, of lords and kings, is King !"
Let it sound from shore to shore,
" Jesus reigns for evermore !"

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3 Now the desert lands rejoice,

And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings-

“ Jesus is the King of kings !" 576.

The triumphant Reign of Christ
1 SEE the ransomed millions stand,

Palms of conquest in their hands!
This before the throne their strain,-

“Hell is vanquished-death is slain! 2 “ Blessing, honor, glory, might,

Are the Conqueror's native right;
Thrones and powers before him fall,

Lamb of God, and Lord of all !"
3 Hasten, Lord! the promised hour ;

Come in glory and in power;
Still thy foes are unsubdued —

Nature sighs to be renewed:
4 Time has nearly reached its sum;

All things with the bride, say, “Come!"
Jesus! whom all worlds adore,
Come,-and reign for evermore.

MORNING.

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Morning.
1 IN this calm impressive hour,

Let my prayer ascend on high ;
God of mercy! God of power !

Hear me, when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,

For the sake of Christ, thy Son.
2 With the morning's early ray,

While the shades of night depart;
Let thy beams of light convey

Joy and gladness to my heart :
Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.

S. M.

3 Oh! what joy that word affords,-

* Thou shalt reign o'er ail the earth ;" King of kings, and Lord of lords !

Send thy gospel-heralds forth :
Now begin thy boundless sway,

Usher in the glorious day. 578.

Prayer for spiritual Light.
1 WE lift our hearts to thee,

Thou Day-Star from on high !
The sun itself is but thy shade,

Yet, cheers both earth and sky, 2 Oh! let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love

Come, like the morning-light.
3 How beauteous nature now !

How dark and sad before!-
With joy we view the pleasing change,

And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve

To mourn for errors past;
And live, this short revolving day,

As if it were our last. 579.

Morning-Thanks.
1 THOU that dost my life prolong!

Kindly aid my morning-song;
Thankful, from my couch I rise,

To the God that rules the skies.
2 Thou didst hear my evening-cry;

Thy preserving hand was nigh;
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,

Grateful to my weary head.
3 Thou hast kept me through the night,-

'T was thy hand restored the light;
Lord ! thy mercies still are new,

Plenteous, as the morning-dew.
4 Still my feet are prone to stray,

Oh! preserve me through the day;
Dangers every where abound,
Sins and snares beset me round.

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