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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!
And all his glory see!
“ That brought us near to God :"
The virtue of his blood.
Ambitious to proclaim,
The honors of the Lamb.
Their fears and dangers past;
Which brought them safe at last.
To'me be likewise given;
Through all the courts of heaven. 643
Walney. Spencer. 1 HOW far beyond our mortal sight
The Lord of glory dwells !
His radiant face conceals.
On strong, immortal wing,
My Saviour and my King !
And there-divine employ!-
In songs of endless joy.
Who would not drop this load of clay,
Judea. Litchfield. 644
Whence all their white array?
Of everlasting day?"
On fiery wheels they rode,
In Jesus' dying blood.
And bow before his throne;
Adore the Holy One.
Among his saints reside,
Sees all their wants supplied.
And hunger flee as fast:
Shall be their sweet repast.
Where living fountains rise ;
The sorrows of their eyes.
8s & 78.
Jerauld. Benson. 645
Pardon implored for National Sins.
From thy temple in the skies,
Now for their deliverance rise :
Long and loud' for vengeance call,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all
3 Let that love vail our transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save from spoil thy holy place.
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Spencer. Burford 646
Judgments for National Sins deprecated.
Thy mourning people bend!
Our dying hopes depend.
Thy dreadful power display;
And still we live to pray.
For error, guilt, and shame!
Disgrace the Christian name!
Convert us by thy grace ;
And see again thy face.
We will not sink in fear;
When thou, O God, art near.
L. M. Hingham. Waterville, 647
Providential Goodness of God.
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
And darkness when to vail the skies.
Demand successive songs of praise ;
Still be the grateful homage paid
With morning light, and evening shade.
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
Where days and years revolve no more.
How rich thy bounties are !
Proclaim thy constant care.
The plants in beauty grew;
The mild, refreshing dew.
Matured the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
Thy hand all nature hails ;
Summer nor winter fails. 649
L. M. Brewer. Waterville.
And own his universal reign.
Smiles in the east-and leads the day;
Beneath the verge of western hills.
The evening and the morn rejoice
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine ;
In all the earth thy glories shine;