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A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav'nly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
HYMN 135. H. M.
Efects of the Gospel. ARK the soft-falling snow, To heav'n, from whence it fell, It turns not back again ;
But waters earth thro' every pore
And calls forth all her secret store. 2 Array'd in beauteous green
The hills and vallies shine,
The copious seed of future years. 3" So, saith the God of
I intend :
HYMN 136. C. M.
Beauty and strength of the Church. 1
Like the sweet blushing dawn, When with her living light she paints
The dew-drops of the lawn?
Serene her throne she guides,
In full orb'd glory rides;
Without a cloud, he springs,
From his resplendent wings;
All ardent for the foe ! 33
70 HYMN CXXXVII. CXXXVIII. B. II.
HYMN 137. L. M.
And wait the smilings of thy face,
And plead the promise of thy grace.
Thy sov'reign mercy to entreat ;
We shall divine acceptance meet.
That his dominion shall extend,
And ev'ry knee before him bend ?
The time to favor Zion come;
HYMN 138. P. M. 7, 6.
Reply to the call of the heathen.
Roll down their golden sand ;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho' the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile ;
The gifts of God are strown ;
Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
The lamp of life deny ?
The joyful sound proclaim,
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole ;
The Lamb for sinners slain,
HYMN 139. L. M.
Prayer for Zion's increase. 1
Put on thy strength-the nations shake, And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
"I am Jehovah God alone :"
And cast their altars to the ground. 3 No more let human blood be spilt
Vain sacrifice for human guilt !
The blood that flow'd from Jesus' side. 4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim,
In ev'ry land, of ev'ry name;
HYMN 140. C. M.
The latter day glory. 1
BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord,
And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow : "Up to the hill of God,” they say,
«t And to his courts we'll go.'
Shall lighten ev'ry land :
Shall all the world command.
Their millions slain deplore :
And study war no more.
To worship at his shrine :
With holy beauties sbine.
HAGreat David's greater Son :
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun !
To set the captive free:
And rule in equity.
To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls condemnd anddying,
Were precious in his sight.
Upon the fruitful earth,
Spring in his path to birth :
Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow. 4 For him shall pray'r unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
A kingdom without end :
His covenant remove ;
HYMN 142. C. M.
The Prince of Peace-
And crown him“ Prince of Peace.” 2 Praise him, who laid his glory by,
For man's apostate race ;
And crown him “ Prince of Peace.” 3 Ye nations, lay your weapons down,
Let war forever cease;
And crown him “ Prince of Peace."
To view his lovely face ;
His name forever to adore,
HYMN 143. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
Send the gospel
To the earth's remotest bound.
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light !
Freely purchas'd, win the day. 3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel
Win and conquer, never cease;
Sway thy sceptre,
HYMN 144. L. M.
For Christian Missionaries. 1 ARK'D as the purpose of the skies,
That heathen worlds the Lord shall know,
And warm'd with faith each bosom glow. 2 E'en now the hallow'd scenes appear,
E'en now unfolds the promis'd year,
And bear the tidings of thy grace.
Where heathen darkness brooding reigns,
And nerve their arm, and clear their view. 4 When worn by toil, their spirits fail,
Bid them the glorious future hail :
And onward urge their conqʼring way. 5 So on the Indian's gloomy night,
The eastern star shall shed her light,
The stormy passions of the soul.
His humble cot, which still is dear;