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Sir JOHN BOWRING.

Tune, WATCHMAN. 78, d.

I WHAT glory gilds the sacred page!
Majestic, like the sun,

It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.

2 The power that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.

3 Lord, everlasting thanks be thine
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.

4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of him I love,

Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

391 The Prince of Peace.

I To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him, all the hosts of heaven.

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord.

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

4 To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.

394 Through all the Changing.

■ Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 My soul shall make her boast in him, And celebrate his fame;

Come, magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name.

3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.

4 Oh! make but trial of his love;
Experience will decide

How biest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

I This is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own-
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround his throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men, With messages of grace,

Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

396

Am I a Soldier of the Cross

I Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fight to win the prize,
And sail through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign-
Increase my courage, Lord:
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

397 Beneath Moriah's Rocky Side.
I Beneath Moriah's rocky side
A gentle fountain springs:
Silent and soft its waters glide,
Like-the peace the Spirit brings.

2 The thirsty Arab stoops to drink
Of-the cool and quiet wave-
And-the thirsty spirit stops to think.
Of Him who came to save.

3 Siloam is the fountain's name:
It means One sent of God;
And thus the holy Saviour's name
It gently spreads abroad.

4 Oh, grant that I, like this sweet well, May Jesus' image bear,

And spend my life, my all, to tell
How full his mercies are.

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398

How Happy is the Youth.

I How happy is the youth who hears
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasure greater far
Than east or west unfold;

And her rewards more precious are
Than all their stores of gold.

3 She guides the young with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

4 According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

399 Oh, for a Heart to Praise.

1 Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;-

A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely shed for me.

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone!

3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true and clean;

Which neither life, nor death can part, From him that dwells within;

4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine,

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine!

Dundee.

C. M.

401

How Sweet and Awful.

I How sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors;
While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores.

2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries, with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest?

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come.

I How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord;
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn,
Oh, take the wanderer home.

3 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine,
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

4 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore;

Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

I O God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

3 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone,

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising dawn.

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;

They fly, forgotten-as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

404 The Lord Jehovah unto all.

I The Lord Jehovah unto all
His goodness doth declare,
And over all his mighty works
His tender mercies are.

2 Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,
Thy reign through ages all;
God raiseth all that are bowed down
Upholdeth all that fall.

3 The eyes of all things wait on thee,
Thou Giver of all good!
And thou in season due dost give
To every one his food.

4 My mouth the praises of the Lord
To publish shall not cease;
Let all flesh join his holy name
Forevermore to bless.