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327.

C. M. Universal Prevalence and Power of the Gospel im.

plored. (For a Missionary Occasion.] 1 GREAT God, the nations of the earth

Are by creation ihine ;
And in thy works, by all beheld,

Thy power and glory shine.
2 Thou too, the God of grace, hast sent

Thy gospel to mankind,
Revealing what unbounded love

Is treasured in thy mind.
3 O when shall these glad tidings spread

The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul

Shall hear the joyful sound !
4 When, Afric, shall thy sable sons

Enjoy the heavenly word!
And vassals, long enslaved, become

The freemen of the Lord ?
5 When shall the savage, wandering tribes,

A dark bewildered race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,

And learn his saving grace ?
6 Smile, Lord, on each sincere attempt

To spread the gospel's rays;.
And build on sin's demolished throne
The temples of thy praise.

328. H. M. God, our Preserver in a sickly Season. Ps. cxxi. 1 UPWARD we list our eyes,

From God is all our aid ;
The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundations laid.

God is the tower
To which we fly;
His grace is nigh

In every hour.

2 Our feet shall never slide,

Nor fall in fatal snares,
Since God, our guard and guide,
Defends us from our fears.

Those wakeful eyes,
That never sleep,
Thy servants eep,

When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts

of evening air,
Shall take our health away,
If God be with us there.

Thou art our light,
And thou our shade,
To guard our head

By noon or night.
4 Hast thou not given thy word

To save our souls froin death ?
And we can trust thee, Lord,
To keep our mortal breath :

We'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call us home.

329.

L. M. God, our Refuge in prevalent Diseases and Dangers.

Ps. xci. 1-7. 1 He that hath made his refuge God,

Shall find a most secure abode :

Shall walk all day beneath his shade,

And there at night shall rest his head. 2 If burning beams of noon conspire

To dart a pestilential fire,
God is his life ; his wings are spread

To shield him with a healthful shade. 3 If vapours with malignant breath

Rise thick and scatter midnight-death,
Still he is safe ; the poisoned air

Again grows pure, if God be there. 4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,

Receive commission from the Lord,
To strike his saints among the rest,

Their very pains and deaths are blest. 5 The sword, or pestilence, or fire,

Shall but fulfil their best desire ;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.

330. C. M.

Hope in the Death of Friends. 1 WHILE to the grave our friends are borne, Around their

cold remains, How all the tender passions mourn,

And each fond heart complains ! 2 But down to earth, alas, in vain

We bend our weeping eyes ;
Ah ! let us leave these seats of pain,

And upwards learn to rise.
3 Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,

And beams a healing ray:
And guides us from the darksome tomb

To realms of endless day.

4 Be thou our comfort, mighty God!

Our Helper and our Friend :
Nor leave us in this dangerous road,

Till all our trials end.
5 O may our feet pursue the way

Our pious fathers led ;
While love and holy zeal obey

The counsels of the dead.
6 Let us be weaned from all below;

Let hope our grief dispel ;.
And death but find us trained to go,

Where our best kindred dwell.

331. C. M. The Reunion of virtuous Friends after Death. 1 Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet,

Shall meet to part no more,
And with celestial welcome greet

On an immortal shore.
2 The parent finds his long-lost child ;

Brothers on brothers gaze;
The tear of resignation mild

Is changed to joy and praise.
3 Each tender tie, dissolved with pain,

With endless bliss is crowned ;
All that was dead, revives again,

All that was lost, is found.
4. And while remembrance, lingering still,

Draws joy from sorrowing hours :
New prospects rise, new pleasures fill

The soul's expanded powers.

5 Congenial minds, arrayed in light,

High thoughts shall interchange; Nor cease, with ever-new delight,

On wings of love to range. 6 Their Father marks their generous flame,

And looks complacent down ;
The smile that owns their filial claim,
Is their immortal crown.

332. L. M.

A Funeral Hymn.
1 Thou, God of mercy! wilt indulge

The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When righteous persons fall around,

When tender friends and kindred die. 2 Yet not one anxious, murmuring thought,

Should with our mourning passions blend ; Nor should our bleeding hearts forget

Th’ almighty, ever-living Friend. 3 Beneath a numerous train of ills,

Our feeble flesh and heart may fail ;
Yet shall our hope in thee, our God,

O'er every gloomy fear prevail.
4 Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide!

Thou art each tender name in one ;
On thee we cast our every care,

And comfort seek from thee alone. 5 Our Father God! to thee we look,

Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend;
And on thy gracious love and truth,
Our sinking souls shall still depend.

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