2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres,
Ye angels round the throne;
Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs,
Adore the eternal Son.

HYMN 473. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
VES-I will bless thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days,
And to eternity prolong

1 Y

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honours of my God!
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
Though death will close my eyes:
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights
And sweeter raptures rise.

4 There shall my lips in endless praise
Their grateful tribute pay:

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.

HEGINBOTHAM.

HYMN 474. 7s & 6s. Amsterdam. [*]

Universal Praise.

1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps his courts below: Praise him for his boundless love, And all his greatness show.

2 Praise him for his noble deeds,

Praise him for his matchless power: Him, from whom all good proceeds,

Let earth and heaven adore. 3 Publish, spread to all around

The great Immanuel's name;
Let the gospel-trumpet sound,

Him, Prince of Peace proclaim.
4 Praise him, every tuneful string:
All the reach of heavenly art,
All the power of music bring,
The music of the heart.

5 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;
Glory to our Saviour give,
And homage to our king.

6 Hallowed be his name beneath, As in heaven on earth adored; Praise the Lord in every breath,

Let all things praise the Lord. PRATT'S COL.

OCCASIONAL PIECES.

I.

1 ON Judah's plain, the minstrel lyre
Is hushed, for mirth has winged her flight;
In Zion's courts the holy fire

Is quenched, and sorrow veils the night;-
No lamp illumes yon vaulted way,
Save one pale orb that burns alone.

2 'Tis Bethlehem's star; the holy gem That hailed the Godhead from the skies; 'Tis Bethlehem's star! the diadem That tells the conqueror shall rise: He rises-and the golden choir Of angel minstrels wakes the song. GOULD'S CHURCH HARMONY.

II.

Select Hymn, p. 657.

HARK! what mean those holy voices, &c.

ANCIENT LYRE.

III.

WITH darkness whelmed, in error lost,
On sin's tempestuous ocean tossed,
While hope withdrew her cheering ray,
Despairing nature sunk away :-
When lo! to raise a drooping earth,
Behold, behold, a wondrous birth:
To calm the mind and dry your tears
The holy babe of life appears.
The voice of joy let nature raise,
And pour the grateful song of praise,-
Hail with a loud acclaim the morn,
The Saviour of the earth is born.

GOULD'S CH. HARM.

IV.

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;
The brightest archangel in glory excelling,
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth.
ANCIENT LYRE.

V.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued

them,

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be: Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. HANDEL AND HAYDN AND ANC. LYRE.

VI.

Select Hymn, p. 729.

HARK, the song of jubilee, &c.

ANC. LYRE.

VII.

O THOU, whose power o'er moving worlds presides
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides;
On darkling man in full effulgence shine,
And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.
"Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast,
With silent confidence and holy rest:
From thee, Great God, we spring, to thee we bend;
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

GOULD'S CH. HARM,

VIII.

HAIL, hail, sweet cherub, charity,
Hail, hail, sweet cherub, charity,
Thou first of virtues, hail :

'Tis thou canst blend in misery's cup,
The soft, the balmy cordial, hope,
When other comforts fail.
Great God of love and light and day,
We humbly here our offerings lay,

Before the footstool of thy throne:
All that we have, O Lord, is thine,
And should we all to thee resign,

We only render back thine own.
To soothe and mitigate distress,
O make us ever free;
And may our hearts in lowliness,
The glory give to thee.

IX.

1 TIME is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb.

2 Youth and vigour soon will flee, Blooming beauty lose its charms; All that's mortal soon shall be

Enclosed in death's cold arms. 3 But the Christian shall enjoy Health and beauty soon, above, Far beyond the world's alloy, Secure in Jesus' love.

X.

1 THE hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

IBID.

ANC. LYRE.

2 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

ANC. LYRE.

XI.

THE Lord is in his holy temple; let the earth keep silence before him.

HANDEL AND HAYDN COL.

XII.

SALVATION belongeth unto the Lord, and thy blessing is among thy people. IBID.

XIII.

I WAS glad when they said unto me, We will go into the house of the Lord. Peace be within thy walls, and plenteousness within thy palaces. Amen. IBID.

XIV.

PRAISE ye the Lord, glorify him for ever. Sons of Zion, come before him; bring the cymbal, bring the harp. High in glory, lo! he's seated; see the King, he sits in state. Sons of Zion, come before him; sound the lute and strike the harp. IBID.

XV.

HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord Most High. IBID.

XVI.

ONE thing have I desired of the Lord, which I will require; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the fair beauty of the Lord, and to visit his temple. IBID.

XVII.

O SING unto the Lord a new song; let the congregation of the saints praise him. IBID.

XVIII.

O GIVE thanks unto the Lord, for his mercy endureth for ever.

IBID.