Harmonious anthems raise; To him who shap'd your finer mould, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, PSALM CXLIX. 1-6. 1 Prepare a new song 2 Encircling his throne His glories alone, Your praises unite; Your voices combining, Touch every sweet string, In harmony joining Jehovah to sing. 3 His people have found How he loveth his own; With beauty adorn'd, The meek he will crown; (IV. 1) Exalted in glory, His servants he'll saveMy God, they'll adore thee When rais'd from the grave. 4 Ye saints of the Lord, And crowns you with joy. PSALM CL. 1 Praise, O praise the name divine; 5 All who vital breath enjoy, L (III. 1) And in one great chorus join; Praise, O praise the name divine. 6 Praise the name of God most high; Praise him all below the sky; Praise him all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. END OF THE PSALMS. PART II. HYMNS. SUITED TO THE FESTIVALS, FASTS AND VARIOUS OCCSAIONS OF PUBLIC WORSHIP. ADVENT. HYMN 1. 1 From Jesse's root, behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies: The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove. 2 Peace o'er the world her olive branch extends, And white rob'd innocence from heav'n descends; Fly swift the years, and rise th' expected morn! O spring to light! Auspicious babe be born! 3 See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring: See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise, And Carmel's flowery top perfume the skies. 4 Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers, Prepare the way! thy God, thy God appears! Thy God, thy God!-the vocal hills reply, The rocks proclaim the approaching deity. 5 Lo! earth receives him from the bending skies; Sink down ye mountains, and ye vallies rise; With heads declin'd, ye cedars homage pay; Be smooth ye rocks; ye rapid floods give way. 6 The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe. 7 No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear; From every face he wipes off every tear: In adamantine chains shall death be bound, And hell's fierce tyrant feel th' eternal wound. 1 Hark! the glad sound-the Saviour comes, And every voice a song. 2 He comes the pris'ners to release The gates of brass before him burst, 3 He comes from thickest films of vice And on the eyes oppress'd with night 4 He comes to bind the broken heart, |