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2 Pris'ners of hope, in gloom

And silence, left to die!
With Christ's unfolding tomb,

Your portals open fly:
Rise with your Lord-he sets you free;

It is the year of jubilee.
3 Ye, who yourselves have sold

For debts to justice due,
Ransomed--but not with gold!

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

It is the year of jubilee.
4 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.



HYMN 574, L. M. 574

The Reign of Christ established. f 1

HOUT,--for the great Redeemer reigns,

Through distant lands his triumphs spread; Sinners, now freed from Satan's chains,

Own him their Saviour and their Head.
2 Oh! may his conquests still increase;

Let every foe his power subdue;
While angels celebrate his praise,

Saints shall his rising glories show. ሆ f 3 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty songs, exalt his name,-

In songs as lasting as his love,

HYMN 575, 78. • 575

The Reign of Christ. f" 1

FAKE the song of jubilee,

Let it echo o'er the sea !
Now hath come the promised hour;

Jesus reigns with sovereign power.
2 All ye nations ! join and sing,

Christ, of lords and kings, is King!”
Let it sound from shore to shori),
"Jesus reigns for evermore!"

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3 Now the desert lands rejoice,

And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings,-
" Jesus is the King of kings !"

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HYMN 576, 7s. 576

The triumphant Reign of Christ.
EE the ransomed millions stand,

Palms of conquest in their hands !
This before the throne their strain,

“Hell is vanquished-death is slain !--
2 "Blessing, honor, glory,- might,
Are the Conqueror's native right;

Thrones and powers before him fall,
Lamb of God, and Lord of all !"
3 Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;

Come in glory and in power ;
Still thy foes are unsubdued--

Nature sighs to be renewed :
4 Time has nearly reached its sum;

All things with the bride, say, “Come!"
Jesus! whom all worlds adore,
Come,--and reign for evermore.

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HYMN 577, 78. 577

Morning тр

In this calm impressive hour;

Let my prayer ascend on high; mf God of mercy! God of power!

Hear me, when to thee I cry:
Hear me from thy lofty throne,

For the sake of Christ, thy Son.
2 With the morning's early ray,

While the shades of night depart,
Let thy beams of light convey

Joy and gladness to my heart;
Now o'er all my steps preside,
And for all my wants provide.


3 Oh! what joy that word affords,

“Thou shalt reign o'er all the earth ;" King of kings, and Lord of lords !

Send thy gospel heralds forth :
Now begin thy boundless sway,
Usher in the glorious day.

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HYMN 578, S. M. 578

Prayer for spiritual Light.

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Thou Day Star from on high!
The sun itself is but thy shade,

Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 Oh! let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love

Come, like the morning light.
8 How beauteous nature now !

How dark and sad before! mf

With joy we view the pleasing change,

And nature's God adore.
4 May we this life improve,

To mourn for errors past;
And live, this short revolving day,

As if it were our last.

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HYMN 579, 75. 579

Morning Thanks.
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Kindly aid my morning song;
Thankful, from my couch I rise,

To the God that rules the skies.
2 Thou didst hear my evening cry;

Thy preserving hand was nigh; тр

Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed,

Grateful to my weary head.
3 Thou hast kept me through the night,

’T was thy hand restored the light;
Lord! thy mercies still are new,

Plenteous; as the morning dew. mp

4 Still my feet are prone to stray,
Oh! preserve me through the day;
Dangers every where abound,
Sins and snares beset me round.


mp 5 Gently, with the dawning ray,

On my soul, thy beams display;
Sweeter than the smiling morn,
Let thy cheering light return.

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HYMN 580, S. M. 580

Morning Prayer Meeting.
1 OW sweet the melting lay,

That breaks upon the ear,
When, at the hour of rising day,

Christians unite in prayer !
2 The breezes waft their cries,

Up to Jehovah's throne;
He listens to their bursting sighs,

And sends his blessings down.
3 So Jesus rose to pray,

Before the morning light; тр Once on the chilling mount did stay,

And wrestle all the night. f 4 Glory to God on high,

Who sends his blessings down,
To rescue souls condemned to die,

And make his people one.



HYMN 581, S. M. 581

Morning Meditations. f

WAKE, my drowsy soul!

These airy visions chase;
Awake, my active powers renewed !

To run the heavenly race.
2 See-how the rising sun

Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,

With every brightening ray!
8 Thus would my rising soul

Her heavenly Parent. sing;
And to her great Original

Her humble tribute bring.
$ Serene, I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care

I slept, and woke; and still I found

My kind Preserver near.

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5 Dear Saviour! to thy cross,

I bring my sacrifice;
Tinged with thy blood, it shall ascend,

With fragrance to the skies.


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HYMN 582, C. M.

A Morning Song.

Once more, my voice! thy tribute pay

To him who rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound ;-
Wide as the heaven, on which he sits

To turn the seasons round.
3 'T is he supports my mortal frame, --

My tongue shall speak his praise ;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays.
4 A thousand wretchel souls are fled,

Since the last setting sun;
And yet he lengthens out my thread --

And yet my moments run.
5 Great God! let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

And bring a peaceful night.

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HYMN 583, L. M. 583

Morriing Gratitude,

N sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night; mf Again I see the breaking shade,

I drink again the morning light.
2 New born, I bless the waking hour,

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,

And springs, my guardian God! to thee. 3 Oh! guide me through the various maze,

My doubtful feet may this day tread; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,

Where dangers press around my head.



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