(Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys through all the place. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa HEAVEN. 746. C. M. Dr. Watts. Meditation of Heaven; or, The Joys of Furth. My thoughts surmount these lower skies, Y And look within the veil; There springs of endless pleasure rise, 2 There I behold with sweet delight And strong affections fix my sight 3 His promise stands for ever firm; 4 Light are the pains that nature brings; When with eternal, future things, 5 I would not be a stranger still Where I for ever hope to dwel 1 747. C. M. Mr. Tyers. 2 Chron. vi. 18. WILT THOU descend, eternal GoD, W Lo! the high heavens, THY vast abode, 2 Much less this house which we have rear'd, To celebrate ТHY praise; But O, THOU hast Thyself declared 3 Wherever contrite hearts unite, THOU wilt look down, and with delight, 4 And grace, and joy, and holy peace, A pledge of pure perennial bliss, 1 O come, and in this temple shine, G 748. P. M. Mr. Tyers. REAT God, avow this house thine own, Thy ark of mercy rest: Of old thou didst in Zion dwell, O let each mount of Zion still Thy saints together join. 3 Here may the mourner find relief; When doubts and fears annoy : Beauty for ashes here bestow; 4 Here may the plants of righteousness, Bearing the fruits of faith divine, 5 Then in thy nobler courts above, MISSIONARY HYMNS. 749. L. M. Mr. Tyers. WHERE'ER the radiant orb of day, Doth his effulgent beams display, That Christ shall have remotest lands; 4 Idols shall from their thrones be hurl'd, And darkness flee the moral world; And Sharon's rose shall bud and bloom, Where deserts frown'd with awful gloom. 5 Kindreds of every tribe and tongue, To him shall raise the grateful song And Grace, triumphant Grace prevail, Till sun and moon and time shall fail. 1 1 750. P. M. Mr. Tyers. ZION rise, thy light is beaming, Glory waits thee from afar! Lo! athwart the darkness gleaming, See the bright, the morning star. 'Tis the prelude. To thy fulness drawing near. And the torch of truth up-lighted, Soon shall heathen lands be thine. 3 See o'er Afric's sterile mountains, Love her balmy dews distil, And, ere long, her life-fraught fountains 5 In thy chariot, all victorious. And thy Zion "Fill with sons of heavenly birth." 751. 7's & 6's. Bishop Heber. Reply to the call of the Heathen for help. FROM ROM Greenland's icy mountains, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted The joyful sound proclaim, Has learnt Messiah's name. 1 It spreads from pole to pole; 752. L. M. Send out thy Light and Truth. Bast as the blessings he conveys, RIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze. Wide as his reign from pole to pole 3 Then shall the heathen, fill'd with awe, Learn the blest knowledge of thy law; And antichrist, on every shore, Fall from his thrones to rise no more. 4 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet, In pure devotion at thy feet; And earth shall yield thee as thy due, |