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The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
The lamp of life deny!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learnt Messiah's name.
And you ye waters roll,
It spreads from pole to pole;
The Lamb for sinners slain,
HYMN 190. P. M. 1 THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in
fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire; Self-moving, it drives on its path-way of cloud, And the heavens with the burthen of Godhead
are bow'd. 2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd,
The myriads of angels that wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are
there, And all wbo the palm-wreaths of victory wear. 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all
heard; Lo, the depths of the stone.cover'd monuments
stirr'd! From ocean and earth, from the south pole and
north, Lo, the vast generation of ages come forth! 4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are
all set, Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 5 Oh mercy! oh mercy! look down from above,
Redeemer, on us, thy sad children, with love; When beneath to their darkness the wicked are
driven, May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven
HYMN 191. P. M. “O Lord, I know that in very faithfulness thou hast
afflicted me." 1 FOR what shall I praise thee, my God and my
T King ?
for ease, For the spring of delight and the sunshine of
peace? 2 Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloom'd on
my breast, For joys in perspective, and pleasures possess'd ? For ihe spirits that heighten'd my days of delight, And the slumbers that sat on my pillow hy night? 3 For this should I praise thee! but, if only for this,
I should leave half untold the donation of bliss : I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care,
For the thorns I have gather'd, the anguish I bear: 4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears,
A present of pain, a perspective of fears;
For the good and the evil thy hand hath bestow'd. 5 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is
flown, They yielded no fruits, they are wither'd and
gone, The thorn it was poignant but precious to me, 'Twas the message of mercy,-it led me to thee.
HYMN 192. S. M.
GRm pity now draw
And bid our fainting souls arise,
And bless our labours here.
Thy counsel they forsake;
Oh! bid them now a wake. 3 The wicked have no peace,
While yet on earth they live,
While they will not believe. 4 Let all who hear thy word,
Turn from their evil ways,
Henceforth throughout their days. 5 Now let thy spirit come,
Like dew-drops from on high,
To every sinner nigh.
To be built up no more;
Be heard on every shore.
HYMN 193. C. M. D.
The Tentcd Grove. 1 TUHEN Israel out of Egypt came.
To seek the promis'd landWere guarded by a tiery flame,
And Moses gave command; The tow'ring billows of the deep
Gave them a passage through; But O! the fate of Pharaoli's troop,
Lost in the waves below! 2 ) camp of Israel now rejoice,
While in the wilderness; For Jordan's streams you soon shall cross,
Then Canaan you'll possess.
And Israel's army move;
While iii the tented grove.
3 Leave all the busy cares of life,
All worldly things behind;
And fortify the mind;
To fire our souls with love;
To seek the tented grove.
In pray'r and praises, too;
There's work for all to do,
Thy faithfulness to prove:
Into our tented grove.
The holy Ghost descend;
We find the sinner's friend;
Each heart begins to move;
All round the tented grove.
That lays upon each heart;
With keen conviciion's dart;
His Saviour's pard'ning love,
Ring through the tented grove. 7 The persecuting sons of night,
Find nothing more to say;
And Israel gains the day.
And its foundations move:
Rise from the tented grove.
Where God appears to man!
Like Moses we behold his face
With but a vail between; But when we rise to Paradise,
To worship God above, There's happier ground than we have found,
While in the tented grove.
HYMN 194. C. M.
At this transporting feast? They never can on earth be higher,
Or more completely blest.
Delightfully runs o'er,
Our souls can hold no more.
Let us to heaven ascend,
Till it in glory end :
The marriage-supper share, Enter into their Master's bliss, And feast for ever there.
HYMN 195. C. M.
The friend of sinners cried, Do this in memory of my love:
He spoke the word, and died. 2 He tasted death for every ne;
The Saviour of mankind
But left his pledge behind.
Nor will we let it go;
We thus his death will show. 4 Come quickly, Lord, for whom we mourn,
And comfort all that grieve,