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2 Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song,

Let the notes be sweet and strong ;
Hail the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulchre new-born!

3 Powers of heaven, celestial choirs,

Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres !
Sons of men, in joyful strain,
Hail your mighty Saviour's reign!

4 Every note with rapture swell,

And the Saviour's triumph tell:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king ?

Scott.
134. L. M.
The Day of Judgment. 2 Pet. iii. 11, 12.
1 ARISE, my soul ! extend thy wings
Beyond the verge of mortal things;
And meditate the awful day,

When this vain world shall pass away. 2 The wreck of nature all around,

The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.

3 Children of Adam ! all appear,

The great decisive sentence hear;
For as his lips pronounce, ye go
To realms of bliss, or realms of wo.

4 Lord! to my eyes this scene display,

Frequent, through each returning day;
That,-lost in this each meaner care,
I may to meet my judge prepare.

Doddridge.

135. L. M.

'“Faith without Works is dead." James ii. 26.

1 As body when the soul has fled,

As barren trees, decayed and dead,
Is faith ; a hopeless, lifeless thing,
If not of righteous deeds the spring.

2 One cup of healing oil and wine,

One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee,
Than lifted eye, or bended knee.

3 To doerg only of the word,

Propitious is the righteous Lord;
He bears their cries, accepts their prayers,
And heals their wounds, and sooths their cares.

4 In true and genuine faith, we trace

The source of every Christian grace;
Within the pious breast it plays,
A living fount of joy and praise.

4 Kind deeds of peace and love, betray

Where'er it winds its secret way;
But where these spring not rich and fair,
The fount has never wandered there.

† Drummond.

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1 AUTHOR of good! we rest on thee:

Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy fear within us dwell,

Thy love our footsteps guide!
That love shall vainer loves expel;

That fear, all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,"

Too oft with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,

And grasp the specious ill :
4 Not what we wish, but what we want,

Let mercy still supply:
The good, unasked, O Father! grant,
The ill, though asked, deny.

Merrick.

137. 11 s. M.

• Prepare ye the Way of the Lord.” Luke iii. 4.

1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill:

“ The Lord is advancing: prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,

And o'er the dark world pour the splendour of

day.

2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to

heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and

even,

For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume,

The lone dreary wilderness sings of her God!
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spreads its branches
abroad."

+ Drummond.

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1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;

See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;

Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.
2 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There, pleasure's silken banners spread,

And willing souls are captives led.
3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;

Perils and snares beset thee round; .,
Beware of all; guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart..

5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above.

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 6 The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell: · The Man of Calvary triumphed here: Why should his faithful followers fear!

Mrs. Barbauld.

139. L. M.

Personal Virtues.

1 AWAKE, my soul! rouse every power,

Thy native dignity display:
Let lust and passion reign no more,
No longer own their lawless sway.

2 Thy temper meek and humble be,

Content and pleased with every state;
From dire revenge and envy free,
And wild ambition to be great.

3 Confine thy roving appetites;
From this vain world withdraw thine eyes,
Fix them on those divine delights,
Reserved for saints above the skies.

4 With eager zeal pursue the prize;

Each fleeting hour of life improve :
This course will speak thee truly wise,
And raise thee to the world above.

Browne.

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Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. ii. 12–14.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on : ,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.

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