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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 be:

Shout,-for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

569.

C. M.

Universal Praise.

1O 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.

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Es, 7s and 4.

Dawning 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.

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious !
Let thy people see thy power;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world for evermore;
Then shall idols

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Perish, while thy saints adore.

L. M.
Success unticipated.

1 BEHOLD th' expected time draw near, The shades disperse, the dawn appear! Behold the wilderness assume

The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom! 2 Events with prophecies conspire To raise our faith, our zeal to fire: The ripening fields, 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.

C. M.

The Victories of Christ.

1 HOSANNA to our conquering King! All hail! incarnate love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.

2 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame, Through the wide world, shall run; And everlasting ages sing

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The triumph thou hast won.

II. M.

The general Jubilee.

1 FAIR shines the morning-star;
The silver trumpets sound,
Their notes re-echoing far,
While dawns the day around:
Joy to the earth-the earth is free;
It is the year of jubilee.

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.

L. M.

The Reign of Christ established.
1 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.

7s.

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!"

3 Now the desert lands rejoice, And the islands join their voice; Yea, the whole creation sings,— "Jesus is the King of kings!"

576.

78.

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.

577.

7s. 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.

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3 Oh! what joy that word affords,--
Thou shalt reign o'er all 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.

S. M.

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.

7s.

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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