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8 From year to year the tree he views, | 'Tis that I mourn departed days,
And still no fruit is found ; (mands, Still unprepar'd to die.
“ Why cumbers it the ground?” My anxious thoughts employ'd; 3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads and time unhallow'd, unimprov’d, “ The barren fig-tree spare,
Presents a fearful void. “ Another year in mercy wait, 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair “It yet may bloom and bear:
Chase from my lab'ring breast; 4" But if my culture prove in vain, Thy grace it is which prompts the “ And still no fruit be found,
That grace can do the rest. (prayer "I plead no more ; destroy the tree,
4 My life's brief remnant all be thine! And root it from thy ground.”
And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to Thee!
(L. M.) THE God of life, whose constant care
HYMN 52. (S. M.)
Isaiah li. 7-10.
beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill; 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead,
Who bring salvation on their tongues, Eince to this day the changing sun
And words of peace reveal ! Through his last yearly period run! 2 How charming is their voice ! 3 We yet survive ; but who can say,
How sweet their tidings are ! “Or through this year, or month, or day,
“ Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, I shall retain this vital breath,
“He reigns and triumphs here." "Thus far, at least, in league with 3 How happy are our ears death?"
That hear this joyful sound, 4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
Which kings and prophets waited for, 'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
And sought, but never found. It holds its life from thee alone,
4 How blessed are our eyes On earth, or in the world unknown. That see this heavenly light! 5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Prophets and kings desir'd it long, Make them and own them still as thine
But died without the sight.
i So shall they live secure from fear, 5 The watchmen join their voice, Though death should blast the rising And tuneful notes employ; year.
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 6 Thy children panting to be gone,
And deserts learn the joy, May bid the tide of time roll on, 6 The Lord makes bare his arm To land them on that happy shore,
Through all the earth abroad : Where years and death are known no Let every nation now behold niore,
Their Saviour and their God. 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
HYMN 53. Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place ;
(II. 5.) No groans, to mingle with the songs
Isaiah lx. &c. Resounding from immortal tongues : RISE, crownd with light, imperla
rise ! ® No more alarms from ghostly foes; No cares to break the long reposo;
Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
eyes! But sacred, high, eternal noon,
See heaven its sparkling portals wide
display, 90, long expected year! begin And break upon thee in a flood of day! Dawn on this world of wo and sin; t'ain would we leave this weary road, 2 See a long race thy spacious courts To sleep in death, and rest with God.
adorn, DYMN 51.
See future 'sons and doughters yet (C. M.)
In crowduig ranks on every sidle arise Wing leaves the secret sigh? Demanding life, impatient for the skies
3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates Up to the mount of God, they'll say, attend,
And to his house we'll go. Walk in thy light, and in thy temple 3 'The beams that shine from Zion's hill bend !
Shall lighten every land; See thy bright altars throng’d with pros" The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs trate kings,
Shall all the world command. While every land its joyous tribute brings!
4 Among the nations he shall judge, 4 The seas shali waste, the skies to His sceptre shall protect the just,,
His judgments truth shall guide; smoke decay,
And crush the sinner's pride. Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ;
5 For peaceful implements shall men But fix'd his word, his saving power
Exchange their swords and spears ; remains
Nor shall they study war again Thy realm shall last, thy own Messialı Throughout those happy years. reigns.
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come HYMN 54.
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.
(III. 1.) He comes to break oppression,
when in dust, to thee And rule in equity.
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies 2 He comes, with succour speedy, Scorce we list our streaming eyes ;) To those wiro suffer wrong,
O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
2 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears, ,
By thy fisting and distress 3 He shall descend like showers In the lonely wilderness : Upon the fruitful eartlı,
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Jesus, Iook with pitying eye;
3 By thine hour of dark despair, And righteousness, in fountains,
By thine agony of prayer, From hill to valley flow.
By the purple robe of scorn, 4 To him shall prayer unceasing, By thy wounds—thy crown of thorn And daily vows, ascend;
By thy cross-ihy pangs and cries; His kingdom still increasing
By thy perfect sacrifice; A kingdom without en::
Jesus, look with pitying eye; The tide of time shall never
Hear our solemn litany. His cnvenant remove;
4 By thv deep expiring groan, His name shall stand for ever ;
By the seald sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
(L. M.) 2 To this the joyful nations round, My God, permit me not to be All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
A stranger to myself and then
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
(I.. M.) Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with The darkness shineth as the light, earth,
Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, And thus debase my heav'nly birth? O burst its bonds, and set it free! Why should I cleave to things below, 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, And all my purest joys forego ?
Bind my affections to the cross;
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
(CM.) No foes, no violence I fear,
No harm, while thou, my God, art near ALAS what hourly dangers rise ! What
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes, When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
And hourly watch and pray. Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 2 How oft my mournful thoughts com
And raise my head, and cheer my heart And melt in flowing tears! (plain, 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see, My weak resistance, ah, how vain! Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee: How strong my foes and fears! O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill. 30 gracious God, in whom I live,
See Hymns on Repentance. My feeble efforts aid; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD Though trembling and afraid.
FRIDAY. 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, HYMN 61, When foes and fears prevail;
Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4. And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail. WHO is this that comes from Edom, 5 Whene'er temptations friglit my heart, To the captive speaking freedom, Or lure my feet aside,
Bringing and bestowing good My God, thy powerful aid impart, Glorious in the garb he wears,
My guardian and my guide. Glorious in the spoil he bears? 60 keep me in thy heavenly way, 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, And bid the tempter flee;
Tray'lling onward in his might; And let me never, never stray
'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious From happiness and thee.
To his people is the sight!
(C. M.) Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save. How oft, alas! this wretched
3 Why that blood his raiment staining; How oft my roving thoughts depart,
'Tis the blood of many slain Forgetful of his word !
of his foes there's none remaining, 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “ Return;" Fall’n they are, no more to rise,
None, the contest to maintain:
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, Never shall thy people, never,
Wear the crown so dearly won !
Cease to sing what thou hast done To speak thy wond'rous love?
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes! 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
HYMN 62. How glorious, how divine !
(L. M.) That can to life and bliss restore WH
THEN I survey the wondrous cross So vile a heart as mine.
On which the prince of glory dieu, 5 Thy pard ning love, so free, so sweet, My richest gain I count but loss, Dear Saviour, I adore;
Aud pour contempt on all my pride. O keep me at thy sacred feet,
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, And let me rove no more
Save in the cross of Christ, my God.
All the vain things that charm me most, Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the I sacritice them to thy blood.
Why hides the sun his rays? [ground? 8 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; And nature sympathize!
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? Their Maker, Jesus, dies ! 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,
His all-atoning blood
Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,
My Saviour and my God!
4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn. To bleed and die for me!
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 2 Hark, how he groans | while nature
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain ; shakes,
O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, And earth's strong pillars bend!
Nor bleed, nor die in vain ! The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
HYMN 66, The solid marbles rende
St. John xix. 30. 3 ”Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,
VIS finish'd-so the Saviour cried * Pieceive my soul!” he cries;
'T'S See where he bows his sacred head!
And meekly bow'd his head ano
died He bows his head and dies!
"Tis finish'd—yes, the work is done, 4 But soon he'll break death's envious The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
And in full glory shine ; [chain, 2 'Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed, O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long design’d,
Must stain his robes with purple gore :
And Jewish rites no more remain. Sure, never till my latest breath 4 'Tis finish'd—this, my dying groan, Can I forget that look ;
Shall sins of every kind atone: It seem'd to charge me with his death, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, Though not a word he spoke.
By this, my last expiring breath. 3 My conscience felt and ownd the 5 'Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcil'd,
And plung'd me in despair ;.. [guilt, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd. I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
Peace, love, and happiness, again And help'd to nail him there.
Return and dwell with sinful men. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did; 6 "Tis finishd-let the joyful sound
But now my tears are vain; Be heard through all the nations round; Where shall iny trembling soul be hid? "Tis finish'd-let the echo fly (and sky, For I the Lord have slain.
Through heaven and hell, through earth 5 A second look he gave, which said,
HYMN 67, (L. M.) "I freely all forgive; * This blood is for thy ransom paid,
For the Jews, "I die, that thou may'st live.”
on the bending willows hung,
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays Still mute remains the sullen tongue, In all its blackest hue,
And Zion's song denies to sing? (Buch is the mystery of grace,) 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures ra ise ; It seals my pardon too.
Let harp and voice unite their strains HYMN 65, (C. M.) Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways ; FROM wlience these direfaji nens behold, thy own Messiah reigns.
3 by foreign streams no longer raam, Which hears and ciuth amaze? Tand, weeping, think or Jordans tout
In every clime behold a home; 12 Your faith by holy tempers prove, In ev'ry temple see thy God.
By actions show your sins forgiven,
And seek the glorious things above, 4 No taunting foes the song require;
And follow Christ, your head, to No strangers mock thy captive chain ;
heaven. Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 3 There your exalted Saviour see, 5 Then wliy on bending willows hung, In all his father's majesty,
Seaied at God's right hand again, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string ?
In everlasting pou er to reign.
4 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your destin'd place,
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.
HYMN 71. 1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi, 9, 10, 11.
(C. M.) SIACE Christian. Passover is slain, 1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. 1.
MHRIST from the dead Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
The First Fruits of the tomb; [inado To keep the festival :
For, as by man came death, by man 2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
Did resurrection come. or sin and malice fed ;
2 For, as in Adam all mankind But with unfeign'd sincerity,
Did guilt and death derive; And truth's unleaven'd bread. So, by the righteousness of Christ, 3 Christ being raised by power divine,
Shall all be made alive. And rescu'd from the grave,
13 If then ye risen are with Christ, Shall die no more ; death shall on him Seek only how to get No more doninton have.
The things which are above, where 4 For that he died, 'twas for cur sins
At God's right hand is set. [Christ He once vouchisar'd to die:
HYMN 72. (L. M.)
TTE dies! the Friend of sinners dies ! 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
Lo! Salem's daughters weep But graciously restor'd,
around! And made, henceforth, alive tr. God,
A solenin darkness veils the skies! Thrcugh Jesus Christ our Lord.
A sudden trembling shakesthe ground! HYMN 69. (III. 1.)
2 Ye saints approach! the anguish view, CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Of bim who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you, Raise your joys and triumphs high,
For you be sheds his precious blood. Sing ye heavens, and earth reply !
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! 2 Love's redeeming work is done, 'The Lord of glory dies for men ! Fought the fight, the vict'ry won : But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus' agony is o'er,
Jesus, the dead, revives again! Darkness veils the earth no more. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Up to his father's court he flies ; Christ has burst the gates of hell; Cherubic legions guard him home, Death in vain forbids hinı rise,
And shout him welcome to the skies! Christ hath open'd paradise.
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, How ligh our great deliv'rer reigns ; Following our exalted Head;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, Made like him, like him we rise
And led the tyrant death in chains ! Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 Say, “Live for ever glorious King, HYMN 70.
(L. M.) “ Born to redeem, instruct, and save ! Col. jii. 1, 2.
Then ask_“1) death,where is thy sting!
" And where thy victory, O grave !" YE , Jf risen indeed with him ye are,
HYMN 73. (L. M.) Superior to the joys below,
UR Lord is risen from the dead, Llis resurrection's power declare: Our Jesus is gone up on high i