3 Let the Indian, let the Negro,
Let the wild Barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest,
Once obtain'd on Calvary.
Let the gospel

Loud resound from pole to pole.

3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,
Grant them, LORD, the glorious light,
And from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night,
Hallelujah!

Rise to light eternal day.

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,
Spread thy conquests, never cease;
May thy lasting wide dominions
Multiply, and still increase;
Sway Thy sceptre!

SAVIOUR, all the world around.

5 Rise and triumph, favor'd Zion,
See around the glory shine,
On thee view the LORD arising,
Cloth'd in brightness all divine;
Hallelujah!

To thy light the nations come.

6 Lo! behold the day approaching,
Day of JESU's deathless fame!
When the fulness of the Gentiles
Shall exult to own His name.

Reign for ever! Reign for ever!

KING of Kings, and LORD of Lords.

THE FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

PSALM XII.

Luke ii. 49. &c.

(L. M.)

1 MY blest REDEEMER and my LORD!
I read my duty in Thy word;

But in Thy life the Law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy FATHER's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of Thy pray'r;
The desart Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy vict'ry too.

4 Be Thou my pattern, make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the follow'rs of the LAMB.

Psalm xxixxviiicxlviii.

THE SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

PSALM XIV.

Rom. v. 21.

1

ARISE, O LORD, reveal Thy face,
Teach and inspire our tongues

To make Thy sov'reign, reigning grace
The subject of our songs.
No sweeter subject can invite

A grateful heart to sing,

Or more display the glorious right
Of our exalted King.

2 This subject fills the starry plains
With wonder, joy, and love :
And furnishes the noblest strains
For all the harps above.

While the redeem'd in praise combine
To grace upon the throne,

Angels in solemn chorus join,

And make the theme their own.

3 LORD, when this changing life is past,
If we may see Thy face,

How shall we praise and love at last,
And sing Thy truth and grace!
Yet let us aim, while here below,

Thy mercy to display;

And own, at least, the debt we owe,

Altho' we ne'er can pay.

Psalm xcv-ciii-cxiii.

(c. M.)

THE THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

(L. M.)

PSALM XV.

Rom. xv. 11, 12.

10 Thou in whom the Gentiles trust,
Thou only holy, only just;

O tune our hearts to praise Thy name,
JESUS, IMMANUEL the same!

2 If angels, while to Thee they sing,
Wrap up their faces in their wing;
How shall we sinful dust draw nigh
Thy great and awful Majesty?

3 Where shall 1 fit my thankful tongue
To join with heav'ns unnumber'd throng?
Or how prepare my humble lay,
Rightly Thy glory to display ?
4 Angels alone, and saints above,
Sinless, and perfected in love,
Can utter Thy exalted praise,
And sing the honors of Thy grace.
5 Glory to Thee, auspicious Lamb!
Thou holy LORD, Thou great I AM!
Let all our pow'rs unite to bless

The LORD our strength and righteousness.
6 Live, ever glorious JESUS! live,
Worthy all blessings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to sit,
With ev'ry pow'r beneath Thy feet.

Psalm xxiii. xcii, cxxxii. cxxxiv. 156.

THE FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

10 Praise

PSALM II.

Psalm cslit.

(Old 104th.)

ye the LORD, prepare a new song, Assemble, ye saints, the concert to join; With anthems of triumph the chorus prolong, The theme all exalting in praises divine.

2 The Lord on His Church looks down with delight,
The Lord, whom we worship, indulgent attends,
Let Zion be joyful, sustain'd by His might,
While praise from her altars as incense ascends.

3 This honor, ye saints, appointed for you,
All grateful receive, all faithful obey,
In glory exulting, His will while ye do,
And make His high praises the theme of each day.

4 All glory to God! Thy triumphs we sing; Eternity shall Thy praises proclaim;

Almighty REDEEMER, our SAVIOUR and KING, For ever and ever adoring Thy name.

Psalm cvii.-cxvii.-157, 159.