Lo! Charity provides a home, * Where vice her blushing face may hide, With Hope and Pity at her side: Religion crowns the work with smiles, And faith the mourner's heart beguiles. 6 Daughter of anguish-cease to grieveA dying Saviour bids thee live; From his pale lips, his closing eyes, Ascends the plea to pierce the skies; Love smiles where vengeance frown'd before And whispers "Go and sin no more!" HYMN DCCCCLXIV. The Triumphs of Jesus. RECITATIVE. W. B. C. NOFT be your accents, when you sing your Saviour-king; AIR. 1 He rose from the slumbers of death, 2 No more shall he stoop from his throne, *The Magdalene, and the London Female Penitenti, ary; with similar institutions in the country. He died—for his saints to atone,~ HYMN DCCCCLXV. A Missionary Hymn.-For the opening of the Services. W. B. 6. SSEMBLED at thy great command, Before thy face, dread King, we stand; The voice that marshall'd every star, Has call'd thy people from afar. 2 Constrain'd by love to him who died Thy churches pour th' o'erflowing tide; 'Midst congregated thousands here, In all thine ancient power appear ! 3 We meet, through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled; Along the line to either pole The thunder of thy praise to roll. 4 First, bow our hearts beneath thy sway 5 Our prayers assist-accept our praise- From Zion's mount send forth the sound HYMN DCCCCLXVI. Another; or, the Light of the Gentiles. 1THE dawning day at length appears, 2 The nations watch the promis'd ray, And eager, anxious eye, It's saffron tint spread o'er the sky. W. B, G. 3 He comes! he comes! the Sun appears 5 The sun upon the Persian's head, He sees a fairer orb arise. 6 Behold the nations wait thy light, 1 HYMN DCCCCLXVII. The sympathizing High-priest. Heb. iv. 15. ΟΤΙ W. B. C. THOU, who once did wander here, No stranger thou, to every fear That shakes th' inhabitant of clay : From sorrow's stormy cloud it's torrent shed, The thorns that pierc'd thy bleeding brow, Seek in thy grave my last retreat ; There shall I slumber, free from rude alarms, From pain's sharp conflict, and from life's deep harms. 4 Safe from the false world's summer smiles, 1 HYMN DCCCCLXVIII, A Call to depart. Mic. ii. 10. John xi. 28. YE xiv. 31. W. B. C. E saints, that o'er this desert roam, 2 Ye pilgrims, on this world's wide waste, HYMN DCCCCLXIX. The Rainbow. Gen. ix. 13. W. B. C. 1 WHEN over fair nature's face dark tem pests lower, And on the poor traveller fast falls the shower, Ere quite the sunbeams fade, By heaven's blest Power. 2 'Midst darkness and horror I will not despair, But learn with submission my sorrows to bear; |