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9 0, long-expected year! begin ;

Dawn on this world of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, To sleep in death, and rest with God

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HYMN 51. C. M.

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HYMN 49. C. M.

St. Luke xiii. 6-9.
EC, in the vineyard of the Lord,

1 barren fig-tree stands;
No fruit it yields, no blossom bears,

Though planted by Ilis hands. 2 From year to year the tree Ile views,

And still no fruit is found; Then - Cut it down," the Lord commands,

Why cumbers it the ground ?”
3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads;

The barren fig-tree spare,
Another year in inerey wait,

It yet may bloom and bear:
But if my culture prove in vain,

And still no fruit be found,
I pleal no more; destroy the tree,

Anl root it from thy ground.”

Why leaves the secret sigh? 'Tis that I mourn departed days,

Still unprepared to die. 2 The world and worldly things beloved,

My anxious thoughts employ'd; And time unliallow'd, unimproved,

Presents a fearful void. 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair

Chase from my labouring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer

That grace can do the rest.
4 My life's brief remnant all be thine;

And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,

() speed my soul to thee.

NEW YEAR.

HYMN 50. L. M.
TI
VIIE God of life, whose constant care

With blessingscrownseacliopening year, Mly scanty span doth still prolong,

And wakes anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled

To the vast regions of the deal,
Since to this day the changing sun

Through his last yearly period iun. 3 We yet survive; but who can say,

* Or tronghi this year, or month, or day, I shall retain this vital breath,

Thus far, at least, in league with death ?” 4 That breath is thine, eternal God;

'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; It holds its life froin thee alone,

On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee onr spirits we resign,

Make them and own them still as thine; So shall they live secure from fear,

Though death should blast the rising year. § Thy children, pauting to be gone,

May bid the tide of time roll on,
To laud them on that happy shore,

Wliere years and death are known no more. 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,

Nor sin, nor liell, shall reach that place: No groans, to mingle with the songs

Resounding from immortal tongues: 8 Yo more alarms from ghostly foes;

No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacrul, ligli, eternal woon.

EPIPHANY.
HYMN 52. S. M.

Isaiah lii. 7-10.
HOW
LOW beauteons are their feet

Who stand ou Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice:

Ilow sweet their tidings are :
“Sion, behold thy Saviour-King,

lle reigns and triumplis here." 3 Hlow happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found allow blessed are our eyes

That see this lieavenly light: Prophets and kings desired it long,

But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ; · Jerusalem breaks forth in songs.

And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad : Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

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See lieaven its sparkling portals wide dis

play, And break upon thee in a flood of day. 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,

See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise,

Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,

Walk in thy liglit, and in thy temple bend: See thy bright altars throng'd with pros

trate kings, While every land its joyous tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke

decay, Rocks fall to duist, and mountains melt

away; But fix'd his word, his saving power re

mains; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah

reigns.

HYMN 55. C. M.

Isaiah ii. 2-5. O’EI 'ER mountain-tops the mount of God

In latter days shall rise, Above the summits of the hills.

And draw the wondering eyes. 2 To ilıis the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues, slıall flow; Up to the mount of God, they'll say,

And to his house we'll go. 3 The boams that shine from Sion's hill

• Shall ligliten every land ; The King who reigns in Salem's towers

Shall all the world coinmand 4 Among the nations he shall judge,

His judgments truth shall guide: His sceptre shall protect the just,

And crush the sinner's pride. 5 For peaceful implements shall men

Exchange their swords and speais; Nor shall they study war again

Throughout those liappy years
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come

To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,

With holy graces shine.

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HYUN 54. II. 6.

Psalm lxxii.
HA
AIL to the Lord's Anointed,

Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign ou earth begun!
He coines to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,

And rule in: equity.
2 He comes with succour speedy,

To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strons ;
To give them songs for sigling,

Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn’d and dying,

Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall descend like slowers

Upon the finitful carılı ;
And love and joy, like flowers,

Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,

Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,

From lill to valley flow.
4 To liim shall prayer unceasing,

And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom, still increasing,

A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never

Ilis covenant reinove;
Ilis Name shall stand for ever:

That Same to us is Love.

LEXT.
HYMN 56. III 1.

Litany.
AVIOUR, wlien in dust, to thee,

Low we bow tl' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we list our streaming eyes ;
O, by all thy pains and woe,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,

Hear our solemu litany.
2 By thy birth and early years,

By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness,
By thy victory in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;

Hear our solemn litany.
3 By thine hour of dark despair,

By thine agony of prayer,
By the purple role of scorn,
By tlıy wounds, thy crown of thorn,
By tly cross, thy pangs and cries,
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,

By the scald sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy power from deathi to save;
klighty God, ascended Lord,
To tlıy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Savior, licar our cry,
Hear our solemn litany:

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;'

Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn;

0, take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive

And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almiglity grace, thy healing power,

Ilow glorious, how divine;
That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a lieart as mine. 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,

Dear Saviour, I adore:
O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

HYMN 57. L. M. ATY

Y Gol, permit me not to be

A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birthì ?
Why should I cleave to things below,

And all my purest joys forego ?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense ;

Thy grace, O Lord, can draw ine thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

TIYMN 58. C. M.
ATAS, what honrly dangers rire.

What snares besct my way;
To heaven, () let ino lift mine eyes,

And howly watch and pray. 2 Ilow oft my mournful thoughts complain,

And melt in flowing tears:
VTy weak resistance, alı, how vain,

llow strong my foes and fears. 3 () gracious Goul, in whom I live,

My feeble efforts aid;
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,

Thongli trembling and afraid.
1 Increase my faithı, increase my hope,

When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strengil will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,

Or lure my feet aside,
IIy (iod, thy powerful aid impart,

My guarilian and my guidle.
So keep me in thy heavenly way,

And bill the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray

From happiness and thee.

HYMN 60. L. M. O

TIIOU, to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee,

O burst its bonds, and set it free.
• Waslı out its stains, remove its dross,

Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within

Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean 3 If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No harm, wliile thou, my God, art near. 1 Wlicu rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, anil cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untired, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy lill.

[Sce Hymns on Repontanec.) PASSION WEEK AND GOOD FRIDAY,

HYMN 61. III. 4.

Isaiah Ixiii, 1-4,
CIIO is this that comes from Edom,

All his raiment stain'd with blood,
To the captivo speaking freedom,

Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb he wears,

Glorious in the spoil le bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,

Travelling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious

To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

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3 Why that blood his raiment staining?

Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there s none remaining,

None, the contest to maintain :
Fall’n they are, no more to rise,

All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever,

Wear the crown so dearly won ; Never shall thy people, never,

Cease to sing what thou hast done: Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes.

2 Sure, never till my latest breath

Can I forget that look ;
It seem'd to charge me with his deatlı,

Though not a word he spoke. 3 My conscience felt and own’d the guilt,

And plunged me in despair ;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him there. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did;

But now my tears are vain : Where shall my trembling soul be hid ?

For I thic Lord liave slain, 5 A second look he gave, which said.

“I freely all forgive ; This blood is for thy ransom paid,

I die that thou may'st live.” 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays

In all its blackest hue-
Such is the mystery of grace-

It seals my pardon too.

WHEN

HYMN 62. L. M.
THEN I survey the wondrous cross,

On which the Prince of Glory died, My richiest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God: All the vain things that charm me most,

1 sacrifice them to thy blood. 3 See! from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er suclı love and sorrow meet ?

Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my life, my soul, my all.

FRO

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HYMN 65. C. M. "ROM whence these direful omens round,

Which heaven and earth amaze ? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the

ground ?
Why hides the sun his rays ?
2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

And nature sympathize;
The sun as darkest night be black:

Their Maker, Jesus, dies !
3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,

Ilis all-atoning blood !
Is this the Iufinite ? 'tis IIe,

My Saviour and my God!
4 For me these pangs his soul assail,

For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to ilic nail,

And pointed every thorn.
5 Let sin 110 more my soul enslave,

Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ;
O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,

Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

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IIYMN 66. L. M.

St. John xix. 30.
ITIS finisli’d; so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow il lis liead and died: 'Tis finislı'd: yes, the work is done,

The battle fought, the victory won.
2 'Tis finislı'd: all that licaven decreed,

And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill’d, as long desigu'l,
In me, the Saviour of mankind

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Shall die no more ; death shall ou lim

No more dominion have.
4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins

He once vouchsafed to die;
But that he lives, he lives to God

For all eternity
5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,

But graciously restored,
And made, henceforth, alive to God

Through Jesus Christ our Lord

CHI

3 'Tis finislı'd: Aaron now no more

Must stain his robes with purple gore:
The sacred vail is rent in twain,

Aud Jewislı riles no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'ıl : this my dying groan,

Shall sins of every kind atone :
Millious shall be redeem’d from death,

By this, my last expiring breath.
5 Tis finishid : learen is reconciled,

And all the powers of darkness spoild :
Peace, love, and happiness, again

Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'Tis finishdl: let ilic joyful sound

Be heard throngh all the nations round :
'Tis finishid : let the eclio fly
Through heaven and hell, through earthi

and sky:
IIYMN 67. L. M.

For the Jeurs.
HIG
IGII on the bending willows hung,

Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ?
Still mute remains the sullen tongne,

Aud Sion's song denies to sing ? 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise,

Let harp and voice unite their strains: Thy promiseıl King liis sceptre sways;

Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 3 By foreign streams no longer roam.

And, weeping, think on Jorlan's flood; In every clime behold a home;

lu every temple see thy God.
4 No taunting foes the song require ;

No strangers mock thy captive chain ;
Thy friends provoke the silent lyre,

And brethren ask the holy strain.
5 Then why on bending willows lung.

Israel, still sleeps the tuneful strir.g?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue,

And Sion's song delays to sing?

HYMN 69. III. 1. IHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumplis high,

Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o’er,

Darkness veils the earth no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal.

Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise,

Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,

Following our exalted Head;
Marle like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies

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HYMN 70. L. V.

Col. iii. 1, 2.
Y faithful souls who Jesus know,

Il risen indeed with lim ye are,
Superior to the joys below,

Ilis resurrection's power declare : 2. Your faith by holy tempers prove,

By actions show your sins forgiven, And seek the glorions things above,

And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven 3 There your exalted Saviour see,

Seated at God's right hand again, In all his Father's majesty,

In everlasting power to reign. 4 To liim continually aspire,

Contending for your destined place, And emulate the angel choir,

And only live to love and praise

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