HYMN 435. C. M.

1 HARK

Sinai and Calvary.

ARK! how from Sinai's mount proceeds

The trumpet's awful blast;

While yet the heart with anguish bleeds,
And sinks in wo at last.

2 Behold the sinner's fearless soul,
Which love could ne'er arrest,
With trembling hears the thunder roll,
And death approaching fast.-

3 But lo !—what sounds of heav'nly peace,
Amid the storm I hear;
When howling winds a moment cease,
And love succeeds to fear!

4 Now, on the hill of Calvary,
Where Jesus once was slain,
Sweet peace, and love, and sympathy,
There all unbroken reign.

5 Whene'er the tempest's vengeful voice, And guilt my soul appal,

I then in Jesus will rejoice,

And mercy's gentle call.

6 And when by care and wo opprest,
Or storms of sorrow fall,

I'll flee to him and find a rest-
Enjoy in him my all.

The little cloud. 1 Kings xviii. 44.

SAW ye not the cloud arise,

Little as a human hand! Now it spreads along the skies, Hangs o'er all the thirsty land! 2 Lo, the promise of a show'r Drops already from above; But the Lord will shortly pour All the blessings of his love. 3 When he first the work begun, Small and feeble was his day; Now the word doth swiftly run, Now it wins its wid'ning way. 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He the door hath open'd wide; He hath giv'n the word of grace; Jesus' word is glorifi'd.

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THE

HE day is drawing nigh, Still brighter far than this, When converts like a cloud shall fly To seek the realms of bliss.

2 What rapt'rous scenes of joy Shall burst upon our sight,

When sinners up to Zion's hill

Like doves shall speed their flight.

3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness.
These happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.

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HYMN 438. 8, 7.

WHITEFIELD.

LOVE divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heav'n to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art: Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart.

2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit
Into ev'ry troubled breast:
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Change from glory into glory,

"Till in heav'n we take our place; "Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise.

HYMN 439. 8,7.

ROBINSON.

Grateful recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12

1 HOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it--
Mount of God's unchanging love.

2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN 440. C. M.

Isa. lv. 12, 13.

LOGAN.

1M The howling winds are still; Thy praises fill the lonely waste, And breathe from every hill.

ESSIAH! at thy glad approach,

2 The hidden fountains at thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.

3 The incense of the spring ascends
Upon the morning gale;

Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.

4 Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun
Leads on the promis'd years.

5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;

With hallelujahs, and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King.

HYMN 441. L. M.

TAPPAN.

'H of joy and praise ascending high;

ARK! from yon wilds is heard the strain

The song of Zion cheers the plain,
The desert breathes the contrite's sigh.