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Cloud and Pillar of Fire. 'L ONG as the dark’ning cloud abode,

So long did ancient Ifr'el rest : Nor mov'd they, till the guiding God,

In brighter garments stood confeft. 2 Father of spirits ! light of light !

Lift up the cloud, and rend the vail :
Shine forth in fire, amid that night,

Whose blackness makes the heart to fail. 3 'Tis done! to Christ the pow'r is giv'n :

His death, it rent the vail away,

great forerunner enters hear'n, And opes th' eternal gates of day. 4 Nor shall those mists that brood o'er time,

Forever blind the mental eye ;
They backward roll, and light sublime,

Beams glory from the God on high. 5 Adoring nations hail his dawn,

All kingdoms bless the noontide beam,
And light unfolding life's full morn,
Is vast creation's deathless theme.


First Fruits. · BEHOLD! the grain of wheat that dies

Yet lives in nature's womb; Matur'd by death, to life arise,

A type of things to come. 2 This Ifriel faw in ancient days,

When dedicate to heaven,

The first ripe sheaf, with fongs of praise,
To God, their God, was given :

Here dwalt their hopes for cime to come
That he who ble tihat fruit, dr.
Would bring the future harvest home, x

A harvest Åtke the root...,
4 Hail ! fit it begotten from the dead !!

The church first-born ase thine 1
Thine at thy comiage Then the chead,

The head of man diving. 2.3.
-5 (Lord of a harvest yet to come!

The rest of earth shall reap :
And gath'ring his unnumber'd home,
One feaft forever keep

Sabbatic rear.
BLESS!D are the eyes that fee!

The ears are blersd that hear:
The trumpet of the jubilee,
The great fabbatic

2 We plough, nor sow no more,

Nor toi! for living bread;
For we've a never failing store,

A table plen-'ous spread. 3

inheritance once fold,
Which the poor bankrupt mouras,
Toine true owner without gold, :

Or price, it now returns... 4 O Jefus ! ever, blefi, , mit

Thou art our Jubilee 3 3!!

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Our restoration and our rei,

Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.
5 Thy name, O bleeding king,

Shall dwell on all our tongues ;
And ev'ry heart, infpir'd lhall fing

Thy praise in all their songs. 6 Worthy the honor'd name

Of Jesus Chrift, our Lord ;
He's God Almighty and the Lamb,
Eternally ador'd.


Jubilee. 1 BLOW ye the

trumpet, blow
The gladly folemn found !
Let all the nations know
To earth's remoteft bound,..
The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The lin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Thro all the lands proclaim
The year of jubilee is come ;

Return, ye ransom'd finners home. 3 Ye, who have sold for nought

The heritage above ;
Shall have it back, unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;

year of Jubilee is come;
Retuin, ye rapfom'd finners home.

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4. Ye flaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive ;
And fafe in Jesus dwell,
And bleft in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come ;

Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. s The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pard’ning grace :
Ye happy fouls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face :
The year of jubilee is come ;.

Return, ye ransom'd finners home. 6 Jesus our great high priest

Has full atonement made :
Ye weary spirits rest :
Ye mournful fouls be glad !
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.


Serpent of Brass. WHEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain’d, A ferpent fraight the prophet made

Of molten brals, to view display'd.
2 Around the fainting crowds attend;

To heaven their mournful sighs ascend ;
They hope, they look, while

from the pole, Descends a power that makes them whole. 3 But, O, what healing to the heart,

Doth our Redeemer's cross impart !

What life, by faith, our souls receive !

What pleasures do his forrows give ! 4 Still may I view the Saviour's cross,

And other objects count but lofs :
Here still be fix'd my feafted eyes,

Enraptur'd with his facrifice.
5 Jesus the Saviour ! balmy name !

Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim ;
By thy atonement let me free,
My life, my hope, is all from thee.
HYMN XXXI. C. M. (Richards. ]

Shew Bread.
HOW rich the types of future grace,

Which thro' the law are spread!
Aloud they preach th' eternal Son,

The true, the living bread.
2 From day to day, till Jesus came,

His mystick form was shown ;
Where all diftin&tions loft to view,

Of many, made but one.
3 In him, nor Jew nor Gentile's found.

Chrill's body forms one bread,
And all the diffrent grains of wheat
Are one, in Christ the head.

Christ and the Church. "Psalm 45, 2d Part.

HE king of saints, how fair his face, He comes with blelings from above, And win's the nations to his love.

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