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When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,-
And spread around his heavenly light !
To souls impoverished and undone!
A bright inheritance as ours;
To share their holy, happy state.
Hingham. Malden. 1 BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light;-
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Till his atoning blood appears :-
And sing “the Lord our righteousness."
Unconscious of her load!
To happiness and God.
The stubborn will subdue ?
To form the heart anew.
And upwards bid them rise ;
From reason's darkened eyes ;-
And bid the sinner live:
"Tis thine alone to give.
And give them life divine;
Almighty Lord, be thine.
L. M. Medway. Sunderland
Let torrents drown my weeping eyes ;
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
See scandals poured on Jesus' name;
The world abused-the soul undone.
And trembles at thy threatenings, Lord;
To which their careless steps descend.
It can but weep, where most it loves;
S. M. 61
His Godhead from his throne;
By which he will be known.
In darkness and distress,
To his recovering grace.
Their thankful tongues shall own,
In thee, O Lord, alone.
And see their guilt forgiven;
And take the saints to heaven. 62
Ralston. Malden. 1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favors as he will ;
And yet be just and gracious still?
2 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 3 But, O my soul, if truths so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Alfreton. Duke Street.
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
He loved the race of man so well,
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
Trust in his mighty name, and live;
His hands a thousand blessings give.
Corinth. Dundee. 1 COME, happy souls-approach your God
melodious songs ;
The tribute of your tongues.
That pitied dying men,
To give them life again.
With a revenging rod;
The vengeance of a God.
And wrath forsook the throre,
And brought salvation down.
Come, wipe your sorrows dry;
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offered grace;
And give the Father praise.
To an immortal tune,
Celestial grace has dune.
Its chief beloved chose,
From their abyss of woes. p 3 His hand no thunder bears,
No terror clothes his brow,
To fiercer flames below.
And wrath stood silent by,
To rebels doomed to die.
Let hopeless sorrow cease ;
And take the offered peace.
We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast brought, f And love and praise thy name.
Proclamation of the Gospel.
Roll o'er the heavenly plains !
For their sublimest strains.
Loud ring the harps around the throne. mp112 Hark-hark-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
To earth his footsteps bend,
Il 3 Bear-bear the tidings round,
Let every mortal know
What pity he can show.-
To great Immanuel's name;
And loud his grace proclaim.
"Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing !
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A cordial for our fears.
At hell's dark door we lay ;-
To see a heavenly day.
The spacious earth around;
Conspire to raise the sound.
Uxbridge. Duke Stroet.
What his almighty grace can do.
To heal diseases of the mind;
Restore the ruined creature, man.
Sinners obey the voice, and live:
And hearts of stone are turned to flesh.
Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ;