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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 ;
Thy power and glory shine.
Thy gospel to mankind,
Is treasured in thy mind.
The spacious earth around,
Shall hear the joyful sound !
Enjoy the heavenly word!
The freemen of the Lord ?
A dark bewildered race,
And learn his saving grace ?
To spread the gospel's rays;.
328. H. M. God, our Preserver in a sickly Season. Ps. cxxi. 1 UPWARD we list our eyes,
From God is all our aid ;
God is the tower
In every hour.
2 Our feet shall never slide,
Nor fall in fatal snares,
Those wakeful eyes,
When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts
of evening air,
Thou art our light,
By noon or night.
To save our souls froin death ?
We'll go and come,
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,
To shield him with a healthful shade. 3 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick and scatter midnight-death,
Again grows pure, if God be there. 4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord,
Their very pains and deaths are blest. 5 The sword, or pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire ;
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 ;
And upwards learn to rise.
And beams a healing ray:
To realms of endless day.
4 Be thou our comfort, mighty God!
Our Helper and our Friend :
Till all our trials end.
Our pious fathers led ;
The counsels of the dead.
Let hope our grief dispel ;.
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,
On an immortal shore.
Brothers on brothers gaze;
Is changed to joy and praise.
With endless bliss is crowned ;
All that was lost, is found.
Draws joy from sorrowing hours :
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 ;
332. L. M.
A Funeral Hymn.
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
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 ;
O'er every gloomy fear prevail.
Thou art each tender name in one ;
And comfort seek from thee alone. 5 Our Father God! to thee we look,
Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend;