2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

3 Not many years their round shall rún,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course;
Ye mortal powers decay!
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

The living Sacrifice.

1 AND will th' eternal King

So mean a gift reward!

That off'ring, Lord! with joy we bring,
Which thy own hand prepar'd.

2 We own thy various claim,
And to thine altar move,
The willing victims of thy grace,
And bound with cords of love.

3 Descend, celestial fire!

The sacrifice inflame!
So shall a grateful odour rise

Through our Redeemer's name.

The Lord our Righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6. Isa. liv. 17.

1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress;

'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When, from the dust of death, I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd, hath died for me."
3 Thus Abraham the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners thee proclaim;
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

4 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Christ is ever new.

5 O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord, our righteousness.

Rock. Isa. xxxii. 2. Psa. cv. 1. Cor. x. 4.

1 WHILST we are marching through This land with drought accurs'd,

Rivers of living waters flow

In thee, to quench our thirst.

2 This world's a weary land; By sin a desart made;

"Tis all around a burning strand; Has no refreshing shade.

3 But thou'rt our mighty Rock; Thy shadow very great!

Where all thy weary pilgrim flock
Find a divine retreat.

4 Though once with sin oppress'd,
From which no part was free;
Our grievances are now redress'd,
Dear, glorious Man, in thee.

5 In thee we now have found
Whate'er we lost, and more;
We see thy grace much more abound,
Than sin hath done before.

6 Thy praise be our employ;
Thy glories ever shine;
All our salvation, hope and joy,
Art thou, O Man Divine!

Sacrifice. Isa. liii. 7, 8. 1 Cor. v. 7.

1 THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient Sacrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
4 "Behold I come! (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes ;)
I come to bear the heavy load
Of sins, and do thy will, my God.

'Tis written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me,
I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
And lo! thy law is in my heart,

6 I'll magnify thy holy law,
And rebels to obedience draw
When on my cross I'm lifted high,
Or to my crown above the sky.

7 The spirit shall descend and show
What thou hast done, and what I do ;
The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,.
Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."

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Close of Service.

1 LORD dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace.

O! refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness.

2 Thanks we give and adoration,
For thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound.

May thy presence, With us evermore be found.

3 And whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away;
Borne on angel's wings to heaven,
Glad may we the call obey.

May we ever, Reign with Christ in endless day.

Salvation, Righteousness and Strength. Isa. xlix. 6; lix. 16,17; xxvi. 4. Ps. lxxi. 15, 16.

1 The Lord on hign proclaims
His Godhead from his throne;
Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known.

2 Ye dying souls, that sit
In darkness and distress,
Look from the borders of the pit
To my recovering grace."

3 Sinners shall hear the sound;
Their thankful tongues shall own
Our righteousness and strength is found
In thee, O Lord, alone.

4 In thee shall Israel trust,
And see their guilt forgiven;
God will pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heaven.

1 WHILE many cry, in Nature's night, Ah! who will show the way to bliss? Lord, lift on us thy saving light;

We seek no other guide than this.

2 Gladness thy sacred presence brings,
More than the joyful reaper knows;
Or he who treads the grapes, and sings,
While with new wine his vat o'erflows.