HYMN DCXXV.

The Messiah; or, Miracles. Is. xl. 3. xliii. 18. xxxv. 5, 6. xxv. 8.

Prepare the way! a God, a God, appears!
A God! a God! the vocal tills reply;

The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity!

2 The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold; Hear him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day!

3 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall

clear,

And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear! The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch

forego,

And leap exulting, like the bounding roe!

4 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear,
From every face he wipes off every tear!
In adamantine chains shall death be bound,
And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

HYMN DCXXVI.

The Messiah; or, Latter Day Glory. Is. xl. 11. ix, 6. ii. 4. lx. 3, 4-19, 20. li. 6. liv. 10.

PART III.

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S the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air,
Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs,
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects;
2 The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Thus shall mankind the guardian care engage,
Of HIM, the Father of th' eternal age.

3 No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more.

4 Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes!
See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!

5 No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening moon shall fill her silver horn; But in thy courts, THE LIGHT HIMSELF shall shine

Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!

6 The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remainsThy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!

HYMN DCXXVII.

The Dying Christian to his Soul.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying;
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!

2 Hark! they whisper-angels say,
"Sister spirit, come away!"
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul! can this be death?

3 The world recedes !-it disappears!--
Heaven opens on my eyes!-my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!-

POPE.

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly !—
O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting?

HYMN DCXXVIII.

Universal Prayer for Obedience and Gratitude. Rom. ii. 15. Is. xlv. 15. Job. xl. 7—9. Eccles. 24. Acts ii. 45.

PART I.

POPE.

1 THOU Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confin’d

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

2 Yet gave me in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will!

3 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do;

This—teach me more than hell to shun,
That—more than heaven pursue.

4 What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;

For God is paid when man receives—
T enjoy is to obey.

HYMN DCXXIX.

The same.

For Christian Charity and Contentment. Matt. vii. 1-5. Rom. xiv. 4. 1 Cor. xiii. 4-8. Acts x. 34, 35. Phil. iv. 11.

Heb. xiii. 5.

PART II.

POPE.

1 N

OT to this earth's contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round!

2 Let not this weak, unknowing hand,
Presume thy bolts to throw,

And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

3 Where I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

Where I am wrong, O teach
To find the better way!

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4 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

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