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HYMN DCI.

Messiah's Kingdom. Is. lv. 12, 13. xxxv. 6, 7.

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ESSIAH! at thy glad approach,
The howling wilds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

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 heavens a brighter sun,
Leads on the promis'd years.

5 The kingdom of Messiah come
Appointed times disclose;

And fairer in Emmanuel's land
The new creation glows.

6 Let Israel to the prince of peace,
The loud hosanna sing!

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

LOGAN.

HYMN DCII.

The great High Priest. Heb. iv. 14—16.

LOGAN,

1 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great high priest our nature wears,
The patron of mankind appears.

2 He, who for men in mercy stood,
And pour'd on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace,
The Guardian of the human race.

3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears, and agonies, and cries.

5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour!

HOYLAND.

HYMN DCIII.

God the Creator. Ps. civ.

PART I.

HOYLAND.

1 ARISE, my soul, in hallow'd lays!
Arise, the King of heaven to praise!
My God! thy glories shine

In never-fading beauty bright:
How art thou rob'd in radiant light,
And majesty divine!

2 He, as a curtain, stretch'd on high
The vast cerulean canopy,

And gave the fires to glow:
*Twas he, tremendous potentate,
Built on the waves his hall of state,
Wide as the waters flow.

3 He walks upon the wings of wind,
And leaves the rapid storms behind:
Their monarch's awful will
Seraphs await in dread suspense;
And swifter than the lightning's glance,
His mighty word fulfil.

4 Earth's base he deeply laid, to bear
The shocks of elemental war,
While time itself shall last;

He bad to move the vast profound,
And o'er the solid mass around

A liquid mantle cast.

5 At thy rebuke the tides recede,
Each growing hill upheaves it's head
From the deep gulph below;
The thunder of thy voice they hear,
And to their caverns, smit with fear,
Precipitately flow.

6 Now up the hill they labouring creep,
Now down the vales tumultuous sweep,
For such is thy command:
Their tyrant rage thy wisdom bounds,
Lest, madly rushing o'er their mounds
They whelm the ruin'd land.

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HYMN DCIV.

God the Benefactor. Ps. civ.

PART II.

HOYLAND.

OD feeds with springs the lucid rills,
That, tinkling down the shrubby hills,
In wild meanders rove;

Where beasts to cool their thirst repair,
Where sing the choristers of air
Within the shady grove.

2 He bids the clouds their treasures shed,
On the bleak mountain's singed head;
Reviving meadows smile;

Hence, earth the tender herbage pours
For lowing herds; hence genial stores,
To bless the tiller's toil.

3 The vines with purple clusters glow,
And, swell'd with nobler juices, flow,
The drooping heart to cheer;

See, vats with olive tides abound,
See, fields with golden harvests crown'd
Frail nature to repair.

4 He bids the spiry firs arise,
The cedars vigorous pierce the skies
From Lebanon's chill brow;
Fearless, amid conflicting storms,
The tow'ring stork his cradle forms,
High on the sounding bough.

HYMN DCV.

Evening and Morning. Ps. civ.

PART III.

HOYLAND.

1 EACH creature knows his safe abode, And treads the path assign'd by God; Far in the western skies

The punctual sun, at evening hour,
Sinks in the sea; with feeble power
The moon his place supplies.

2 But when the sable hand of night
Has quench'd the sickly rays of light,
Fierce through the devious wood
The lion, gaunt with hunger, scours;
The desert trembles as he roars,
Invoking heaven for food.

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