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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
HYMN 51. C. M.
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HYMN 49. C. M.
St. Luke xiii. 6-9.
1 barren fig-tree stands;
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 ?”
The barren fig-tree spare,
It yet may bloom and bear:
And still no fruit be found,
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.
And when thy sure decree
() speed my soul to thee.
HYMN 50. L. M.
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,
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,
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;
Isaiah lii. 7-10.
Who stand ou Sion's hill;
And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice:
Ilow sweet their tidings are :
lle reigns and triumplis here." 3 Hlow happy are our ears
That hear this joyful sound,
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.
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
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
To worship at his shrine;
With holy graces shine.
HYUN 54. II. 6.
Great David's greater Son;
His reign ou earth begun!
To set the captive free,
And rule in: equity.
To those who suffer wrong,
And bid the weak be strons ;
Their darkness turn to light,
Were precious in his sight.
Upon the finitful carılı ;
Spring in his path to birth:
Shall peace, the herald, go;
From lill to valley flow.
And daily vows ascend;
A kingdom without end:
Ilis covenant reinove;
That Same to us is Love.
Low we bow tl' adoring knee;
Hear our solemu litany.
By thy human griefs and fears,
Hear our solemn litany.
By thine agony of prayer,
4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the scald sepulchral stone,
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?
Ilow glorious, how divine;
So vile a lieart as mine. 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore:
And let me rove no more.
HYMN 57. L. M. ATY
Y Gol, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birthì ?
And all my purest joys forego ?
Thy grace, O Lord, can draw ine thence:
TIYMN 58. C. M.
What snares besct my way;
And howly watch and pray. 2 Ilow oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears:
llow strong my foes and fears. 3 () gracious Goul, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;
Thongli trembling and afraid.
When foes and fears prevail;
Or soon my strengil will fail.
Or lure my feet aside,
My guarilian and my guidle.
And bill the tempter flee;
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.
Bind my affections to the cross;
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 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:
[Sce Hymns on Repontanec.) PASSION WEEK AND GOOD FRIDAY,
HYMN 61. III. 4.
Isaiah Ixiii, 1-4,
All his raiment stain'd with blood,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the spoil le bears?
Travelling onward in his might;
To his people is the sight!
3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
Tis the blood of many slain;
None, the contest to maintain :
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 ;
Though not a word he spoke. 3 My conscience felt and own’d the guilt,
And plunged me in despair ;
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-
It seals my pardon too.
HYMN 62. L. M.
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.
HYMN 65. C. M. "ROM whence these direful omens round,
Which heaven and earth amaze ? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the
And nature sympathize;
Their Maker, Jesus, dies !
Ilis all-atoning blood !
My Saviour and my God!
For me this death is borne;
And pointed every thorn.
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ;
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.
IIYMN 66. L. M.
St. John xix. 30.
And meekly bow il lis liead and died: 'Tis finislı'd: yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the victory won.
And all the ancient prophets said,
Shall die no more ; death shall ou lim
No more dominion have.
He once vouchsafed to die;
For all eternity
But graciously restored,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
3 'Tis finislı'd: Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore:
Aud Jewislı riles no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'ıl : this my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone :
By this, my last expiring breath.
And all the powers of darkness spoild :
Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'Tis finishdl: let ilic joyful sound
Be heard throngh all the nations round :
For the Jeurs.
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ?
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.
No strangers mock thy captive chain ;
And brethren ask the holy strain.
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful strir.g?
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;
Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
HYMN 70. L. V.
Col. iii. 1, 2.
Il risen indeed with lim ye are,
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