2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eyes oppress'd with night To pour celestial day. O may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise! 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, And join the heav'nly throng; 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, For angels no such love have known The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace, HYMN 42. (III. 3.) H Born to set thy people free! AIL, thou long expected Jesus, From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in thee. * 2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the saints, thou art, Long desir'd of every nation, Joy of every waiting heart. 3 Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, yet God our King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4. By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to thy glorious throne. As we, to wake their song. 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn; Let heav'n and earth in concert sing 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, H HYMN 44. (III. 1.) 5 Ris'n with healing in his wings, Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Zion! the marvellous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! 4 The brightest archangel in glory excel-And magnify that sov'reign love ling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult ingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah Which shows salvation righ. And sweet let the gladsome hosanna 3 arise; Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing, One chorus resound through the earth! and the skies. And still no fruit is found; [mands, Then "cut it down" the Lord com"Why cumbers it the ground?" But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads→ "The barren fig-tree spare, Another year in mercy wait, It yet may bloom and bear. "But if my culture prove in vain, And still no fruit be found, plead no more; destroy the tree, And root it from thy ground." Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult-4 Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah (C. M.) Isaiah ix. 2-7. THE race that long in darkness pin'd Have seen a glorious light; 4 To us the promis'd Child is born; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 5 His name shall be the Prince of peace, 6 His pow'r increasing still shall spread, END OF THE YEAR. I NEW YEAR. HYMN 50. (L. M.) THE God of life, whose constant care With blessings Crowns each op'ning year, My scanty span doth still prolong And wakes anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since to this day the changing sun Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say "Or through this year, or month, or day I shall retain this vital breath, Thus far, at least, in league with death ?" 7 No more atigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place; No groans, to mingle with the songs Resounding from immortal tongues: 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes; No cares, to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 9 O long expected year! begin, Dawn on this world of wo and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, To sleep in death, and rest with God. (C. M.) HYMN 51. 1 As o'er the past the secret sigh? Why heaves 'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepar'd to die. 2 The world and worldly things belov'd My anxious thoughts employ'd; And time unhallow'd, unimprov'd, Presents a fearful void. 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair Chase from my lab'ring breast: Thy grace it is which prompts the That grace can do the rest. [prayer, My life's brief remnant all be thine! And, when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign. O speed my soul to Thee! Isaiah lii. 7-10. row beauteous are their feet H Who stand on Zion's hill; HALL, to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son Hail, in the time appointed, 2 He comes, with succour speedy,. And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Which kings and prophets waited for, Whose souls. condemn'd, and dying, And sought, but never found!" 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light! Prophets and kings desir'd 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: et every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. B Were precious in his sight. 4 To him shall prayer unceasing, 4 The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is Love. HYMN 55. O'ER (C. M.) Isaiah ii. 2-5. [God 'ER mountain tops the mount of In latter days shall rise, Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they'll say, And to his house, we'll go. 3 The beams that shine from Zion's Shall lighten every land; Thill The king who reigns in Salem's tow'rs Shall all the world command. 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 spears; Nor shall they study war again Throughout those happy years. 6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come LENT. HYMN 56. Litany. (III. 1.) SAVIOUR, whon, in dust, to thee 2 By thy birth and early years, 3. By thine hour of dark despair, By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn, 4 By thy deep expiring groan, HYMN 58. (C. M.) ALAS, what hourly dangers rise, What snares beset my way! To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray. 2 How oft my mournful thoughts com Help me to watch, and pray, and strive Or soon my strength will fail. That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore; O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. HYMN 60. (L. M.) THOU, to whose all searching sight And raise my head, and cheer my heart. See Hymns on Repentance. PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD HYMN 61. (III. 4.) Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4. WHO is this that comes from Edom, All hisraiment stain'd with blood, Cease to sing what thou hast done! THEN I survey the wondrous cross, W on which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Or thornscompose a Saviour's crown? HYMN 63. (C. M.) EHOLD the Saviour of mankind B Nail'd to the shameful tree; How vast the love that him inclin'd Y Saviour, hanging on the tree Min agonies and blood, Methought, once turn'd his eyes on me, 2 Sure, never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 3 My conscience felt and own'd the And help'd to nail him there. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did: 5 A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, |