And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.

5 Arabia's desert-ranger,

To him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see;
With off rings of devotion,

Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at his feet.

6 Kings shall fall down before him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore him,
His praise all people sing;
For he shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.
7 For him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end;
The mountain-dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,

Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.

8 O'er every foe victorious,
He on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;

His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is-Love.

HYMN CLXXXIX. 8 & 7s M.

The future peace and glory of the church. 1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 'O my people! faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken;

Fair abodes I build for you :
There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord your faith rewarding,
All his bounty will bestow.

2 There, in undisturb'd possession,

Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Never hear of war again.

God will rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;

He, the Lord, will be your glory,
God, your everlasting light.'

HYMN CXC. L. M.

(JEWISH HYMN.)

God still with his ancient people, who are of a humble
and contrite heart.

1 When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
2 By day, along th' astonish'd lands,
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands
Return'd the fiery column's glow.

3 There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answer'd keen ; And Sion's daughters pour'd their lays, With priests and warrior's voice between.

4 No portents now our foes amaze,

Forsaken Israel wanders lone;

Our fathers would not know thy ways, And thou hast left them to their own. 5 But present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosp'rous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray.

6 And O, when stoops on Judah's path, In shade and storm the frequent night, Be thou long suff'ring, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light!

7 Our harps were left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, trump, and horn. 8 But thou hast said,-the blood of goats, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, a humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice.

Consecration of a new place of worship.

1 And wilt thou, great and gracious God!
Bend from thy radiant throne,
On earth establish thine abode,
And make this house thine own?

2 Be ever sacred, then, these walls,
The dwelling of thy choice;
And here be heard that sweetest sound,
The humble, thankful voice.

3 To all who faithfully explore,

Th' unerring way be shown,
To know thyself, God only true,
And Christ, thy chosen Son.

4 May love, with sweet, resistless power, Constrain her guests to come;

Arrest the sinner's downward course,
And call the wand'rer home.

5 These courts we for thy service raise,
Long may thy presence bless;
And to each heart conform'd to thee,
Reveal a Father's grace.

60 in the day of final doom,

Which shall thy truth make clear;
May myriads find the heavenly home,
Born to that glory here.

HYMN CXCII. H. M.

Efficacy of the gospel.

1 Mark the soft-falling snow,
And the diffusive rain!

To heaven, from whence it fell,

It turns not back again;

But waters earth

And calls forth all

Through every pore,
Her secret store.

2 Array'd in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By Providence divine;

The harvest bows

The copious seed

Its golden ears,

Of future years.

3 'So,' saith the God of grace,
'My gospel shall descend,
Almighty, to effect

The purpose I intend ;

Millions of souls

And bear it down

Shall feel its power,
To millions more.'