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C. M.

Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of the mind! 4 'Mid the chorus of the skies,

'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark-their songs melodious rise,

Songs of praise to Jesus' love! 642

Judea. St. Martin's. 1 HOW happy are the souls above,

From sin and sorrow free!
With Jesus they are now at rest,

And all his glory see!
2 " Worthy the Lamb,” aloud they cry,

“ That brought us near to God :"
In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout

The virtue of his blood.
mp3 Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,

Ambitious to proclaim,
Before the Father's awful throne,

The honors of the Lamb.
4 With wondering joy they recollect

Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, power, and love,

Which brought them safe at last.
5 Lord, let the merit of thy death

To'me be likewise given;
And I, with them, will shout thy praise

Through all the courts of heaven. 643

Walney. Spencer. 1 HOW far beyond our mortal sight

The Lord of glory dwells !
A vail of interposing night

His radiant face conceals.
2 Oh could my longing spirit rise

On strong, immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,

My Saviour and my King !
3 There thousands worship at thy feet,

And there-divine employ!-
Thy love triumphant they repeat

In songs of endless joy.
4 Thy presence beams eternal day.
O’er all the blissful place


C. M.

Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?
C. M.

Judea. Litchfield. 644

Martyrs glorified.
1 “THESE glorious minds!-how bright they shine!

Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats

Of everlasting day?"
2 From torturing pains to endless joys

On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely, washed their raiment white

In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach th' eternal God,

And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs

Adore the Holy One.
4 The unvailed glories of his face

Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace

Sees all their wants supplied.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,

And hunger flee as fast:
The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock

Where living fountains rise ;
And love divine shall wipe away

The sorrows of their eyes.


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Jerauld. Benson. 645

Pardon implored for National Sins.
1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations !

From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,

Now for their deliverance rise :
2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,

Long and loud' for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,

Jesus' blood can cleanse them all

C. M.

3 Let that love vail our transgression;

Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,

Save from spoil thy holy place.
4 Lo! with deep contrition turning,

Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defenů.

Spencer. Burford 646

Judgments for National Sins deprecated.
1 ALMIGHTY Lord ! before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone

Our dying hopes depend.
2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand,

Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares our guilty land,

And still we live to pray.
3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,

For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,

Disgrace the Christian name!
4 Oh turn us—turn us, mighty Lord,

Convert us by thy grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,

And see again thy face.
5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,

We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When thou, O God, art near.


L. M. Hingham. Waterville, 647

Providential Goodness of God.
1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy presence we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to vail the skies.
3 Seasons and months, and weeks and duys,

Demand successive songs of praise ;

C. M.

Litchfield. Patmos.

Still be the grateful homage paid

With morning light, and evening shade.
4 Lord, in thy house let incense rise,

And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,

Where days and years revolve no more.
1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,

How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim thy constant care.
2 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;

The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,

The mild, refreshing dew.
3 These various mercies from above

Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
4 We own and bless thy gracious sway ;

Thy hand all nature hails ;
Seed time nor harvest-night nor day,

Summer nor winter fails. 649

L. M. Brewer. Waterville.
1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord,
All nature rests upon his word:
Mercy and truth his courts maintain,

And own his universal reign.
2 At his command the morning ray

Smiles in the east-and leads the day;
He guides the sun's declining wheels

Beneath the verge of western hills.
3 Seasons and times obey his voice ;

The evening and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,

Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine ;

In all the earth thy glories shine;
Through every month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

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