HYMN 96. L. M.

TO Jesus, our exalted Lord,

That Name in heaven and earth adored,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.

3 Yet whilst around his board we meet.
And worship at his sacred feet,
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.

4 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,

But long to know and love thee more; And, whilst we taste the bread and wine, Desire to feed on joys divine

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,

To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

6 Let humble, penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow:
And thy forgiving love impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.

TH

of their ascended God.

HYMN 99. L. M.

HE Saviour, when to heaven he rose, In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below,

And wide his royal bounties flow.

2 Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd name, Sacred beyond heroic fame;

Hence dictates the Prophetic sage,
And hence the Evangelic page.

3 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and Teachers rise;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long-extended line:

4 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live:
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
5 So shall the bright Succession run
Through all the courses of the sun;

Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.

HYMN 100. L. M.

ATHER of mercies, bow thine ear,

FA

Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for thee,
Successful pleaders may they be.

2 How great their work, how vast their charge;

Do thou their anxious souls.enlarge:
Their best acquirements are our gain;
We share the blessings they obtain.

3 Clothe, then, with energy divine,

Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Souls that will well reward their pain.
Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.

C Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Sion rear her drooping head.

CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH.

HYMN 101. L. M.

AND wilt thou, O Eternal God,

On earth establish thine abode ? Then look propitious from thy throne, And take this temple for thine own.

2 These walls we to thine honour raise, Long may they echo in thy praise; And thou, descending, fill the place With the rich tokens of thy grace.

3 Here may the great Redeemer reign, With all the graces of his train;

While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes and cheer his friends.

4 And in the last decisive day,

When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
Thousands were born for glory here.
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MISSIONS.

HYMN 102. L. M.

ESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore.
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 To him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head,
His Name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his Name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to burst his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost

6 Let every creature rise, and bring.
Peculiar honours to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

4 Convert the nations; far and nigh

The triumphs of the cross record, The Name of Jesus glorify.

Till every people call him Lord.

HYMN 105. II. 1.

For Missions to the New Settlements in the United States.

WH

THEN, Lord, to this our western land,
Led by thy providential hand,
Our wandering fathers came,

Their ancient homes, their friends in youth,
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth,

To keep them in thy Name.

2 Then, through our solitary coast,
The desert features soon were lost;
Thy temples there arose ;

Our shores, as culture made them fair,
Were hallow'd by thy rites, by prayer,
And blossom'd as the rose.

3 And O, may we repay this debt
To regions solitary yet,

Within our spreading land:

There, brethren, from our common home,
Still westward, like our fathers, roam;
Still guided by thy hand.

Saviour, we own this debt of love:
O shed thy spirit from above,

To move each Christian breast;
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim,
And temples rise to fix thy Naine,
Through all our desert west.

HYMN 106. C. M.

Isaiah xxxv. 2.

ON Sion, and on Lebanon,

On Carmel's blooming height,
On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone
The glory, pure and bright:

2 From thence its mild and cheering ray
Stream'd forth from land to land;
And empires now behold its day;
And still its beams expand.

6 Like Lebanon, in towering pride,
May all our forests smile;
And may our borders blossom wid
Like Sharon's fruitful soil

FRO

HYMN 107. II. 6. ROM Greenland's icy mountains From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high;
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation, oh, salvation,
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's Name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story.
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

HYMN 108. L. M.
For the Jews.

ISOWN'D of heaven, by man oppress'd
Outcasts from Sion's hallow'd ground,
Wherefore should Israel's sons, once bless'd
Still roam the scorning world around?
2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race,

Back to thy fold the wanderers bring, Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, And hail in Christ their promis'd King.

3 The veil of darkness rend in twain,
Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light
The sever'd olive branch again
Firm to its parent-stock unite.

GLOR

God in whom we move and live; Children's prayers he deigns to hear, Children's songs delight his ear

2 Glory to the Son we bring,

Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost,

He reclaims the sinner lost;
Children's minds may he inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire.

4 Glory in the highest be

To the blessed Trinity,

For the Gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love"

WE

HYMN 112. C. M.
HEN Jesus left his heavenly throne,
He chose an humble birth;
Like us unhonour'd and unknown.
He came to dwell on earth:

2 Like him, may we be found below.
In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like him, in grace and knowledge grow
As years and strength increase.

3 Sweet were his words and kind his look,
When mothers round him press'd;
Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom bless'd:

4 Safe from the world's alluring harms.
Beneath his watchful eye,

O, thus encircled in his arms,
May we for ever lie.

3 U write upon my memory, Lord, The text and doctrine of thy word; That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before.

4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine,
Fill up this sinful heart of mine;
That hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.

HYMN 114. C. M.

MERCY, descending from above,

In softest accents pleads;

O may each tender bosom move,
When mercy intercedes.

2 Children our kind protection claim,

And God will well approve.
When infants learn to lisp his Name,
And their Creator love.

3 Delightful work, young souls to win,
And turn the rising race
From the deceitful paths of sin,

To seek their Saviour's face.

4 Almighty God, thine influence shed
To aid this blest design;

The honour of thy Name be spread,
And all the glory thine.

CHARITABLE OCCASIONS.

HYMN 115. C. M.

BLEST is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye
Is never raised in vain:

2 Whose breast responds with generous warmth,

A stranger's woe to feel;
Who weeps in pity o'er the wound

He wants the power to heal.

3 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe

4 To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy, from above,

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The Christian law of love.

In the fair fertile fields above

To ample harvests grow.

3 The mite my willing hands can give. At Jesus' feet I lay;

L

Grace shall the humble gift receive, Abounding grace repay.

HYMN 117. III. 3.

ORD of life, all praise excelling,

Thou, in glory unconfined,
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
With the poor of humble mind

2 As thy love, through all creation,
Beams like thy diffusive light;
So the high and humble station
Both are equal in thy sight.

3 Thus thy care, for all providing, Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue ¡ Who, the lot of all deciding,

To thy chosen Israel sung:

4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure,
Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind;
To the poor belongs the treasure
Of the scatter'd ears behind:
Chorus. These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.

When thine olive-plants increasing
Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing,
But not search the bough again:

Chorus. These, &c.

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, Gladdens thine autumnal scene,

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Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
But thy vines the poor shall glean.
Chorus. These, &c.

7 Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy, every sorrow sharing,

Warms the heart resembling thee. 8 Still the orphan and the stranger, Still the widow owns thy care; Screen'd by thee in every danger, Heard by thee in every prayer. Hallelujah, Amen.