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Dear desire of ev'ry nation,

Joy of ev'ry longing heart. 3 Born thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a King i Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.


HYMN 340. P. M.
1 INLISTED in the cause of sin,

Why should a good be evil ?
Music, alas! too long has been

Press'd to obey the devil:
Drunken, or lewd, or light, the lay

Flows to the soul's undoing,
Widens and strews with flowers the way

Down to our utter ruin.
2 Who on the part of God will rise ?

Innocent sounds recover;
Fly on the prey, and seize the prize,

Plunder the carnal lover ?
Strip him of every moving strain,

Every melting measure,
Music in virtue's cause retain,

Rescue the holy pleasure.
3 Come let us try if Jesus' love

Will not as well inspire us:
This is the theme of those above,

This upon earth shall fire us:
Try if your hearts are tun'd to sing ;

Is there a subject greater ?
Harmony all its strains may bring;

Jesus' name is sweeter. 4 Jesus the soul of music is,

His is the noblest passion;
Jesus' name is life and peace,

Happiness and salvation:
Jesus' name the dead can raise,

Show us our sins forgiven,

Fill us with all the life of grace,

Carry us up to heaven.
5 Who hath a right like us to sing,

Us who his mercy raise!
Merry our hearts, for Christ is King,

Joyful are all our faces:
who of his love doth once partake,

He in the Lord rejoices; Melody in our hearts we make,

Melody with our voices. 6 Then let us in his praises join;

Triumph in his salvation; Glory ascribe to Love divine,

Worship and adoration: Heaven already is begun,

Open'd in each believer; Only believe and still sing on,

Heaven is ours for ever

IIYMN 341. P. M.


GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

He whose words cannot be broken,

Formed thee for his own a bode:
On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose ?
With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See! the streams of living waters

Springing froin eternal love, (Vell supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river

Ever flow's their thirst t' assuage? Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age ? 3 Round each habitation hovering

See the cloud and tire appear! For a glory and a covring,

Showing that the Lord is near; Thus deriving from their banner

light by night, and shade by day;

Safe they feed upon the manna

Which he gives them when they pray. 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Nakes them kings and priests to God: 'Tis his love his people raises

Over self to reign as kings;
And, as priests, his solemo praises,

Each for a thank offering brings. 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city

I, through grace, a meinber am, Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in thy name: Fading is the worldling's pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure,

None but Zion's children know.


HYMN 342. P. M. 1 GOMETIMES a light surprises S

The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises

With healing in his wings;
When comforis are declining,

Hle grants the soul again
A season of clear shininy,

To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new;
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
E'en let th' unknown to-morrow,

Bring with it what it may. 3 It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe his people tou:
Beneath the spreading heavens,

No creature but is fed ;

And he who feeds the ravens,

Will give his children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither,

Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,

Nor flocks nor herds be there :
Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For, while in him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.

HYMN 343. S. M.

I shall be well supplied ;
Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside ? ? He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows. 3 While he affords his aid,

I'm free from every fear ;
Tho' I should walk through death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there. 4 In spite of all my fnes,

Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overtiows,

And joy exalts my head. 5 The bounties of thy love,

Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

HYMN 314. P. M.
I VE servants of God, your Master proclaim,

And publish a broad his wonderful name; The name all victorious of Jesus extol!

His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save,

And still he is nigh, his presence we have:
The great congregation bis triumphs shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.


3 Salvation to God who sits on the throne,

Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son:
Our Jesus's praises the angels proclaim,

Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb 4 Then let us adore, and give him his right;

All glory, and power, and wisdom, and might
All honour and blessing, with angels above;
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.

HYMN 345. P. M.

The year of Jubilee.
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Their notes re-echoing far,

While dawns the day around :
Joy to the slave; the slave is free;

It is the year of Jubilee.
2 Prisoner of hope, in gloom

And silence left to die,
With Christ's unfolding temb,

Your portals open fly;
Rise with your Lor:l :-He sets you free:

It is the year of Jubilee.
3 Ye who have sold for nolight

The land you fathers won,
Behold how God hath wrought

Redemption through his Son;
Your heritage again is free,

It is the year of Jubilee.
4 Ye, who yourselves have sold

For debts to justice due,
Ransom’d, but not with gold,

He gave himself for you:
The blood of Christ hath made you free:

It is the year of Jubilee.
5 Captives of sin and shame,

O'er earth and ocean, hear
An angel's voice proclaim

The Lord's accepted year;
Let Jacob rise, be Israel free:
It is the year of Jubilee.

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