Lo! Charity provides a home, * Where vice her blushing face may hide, With Hope and Pity at her side: Religion crowns the work with smiles, And faith the mourner's heart beguiles. 6 Daughter of anguish-cease to grieveA dying Saviour bids thee live; From his pale lips, his closing eyes, Ascends the plea to pierce the skies; Love smiles where vengeance frown'd before

And whispers "Go and sin no more!"

HYMN DCCCCLXIV.

The Triumphs of Jesus.

RECITATIVE.

W. B. C.

NOFT be your accents, when you sing
The praises of

your Saviour-king;
His triumphs swell, some seraph's lyre,
O let me catch the sacred fire!

AIR.

1 He rose from the slumbers of death,
He shook off his merciless chain;
And crown'd with the conqueror's wreath,
Ascended to glory again.

2 No more shall he stoop from his throne,
Or bow to the tyrant's harsh sway;

*The Magdalene, and the London Female Penitenti, ary; with similar institutions in the country.

He died—for his saints to atone,~
His kingdom shall never decay.

HYMN DCCCCLXV.

A Missionary Hymn.-For the opening of the Services.

W. B. 6.

SSEMBLED at thy great command, Before thy face, dread King, we stand; The voice that marshall'd every star, Has call'd thy people from afar. 2 Constrain'd by love to him who died Thy churches pour th' o'erflowing tide; 'Midst congregated thousands here, In all thine ancient power appear !

3 We meet, through distant lands to spread The truth for which the martyrs bled; Along the line to either pole

The thunder of thy praise to roll.

4 First, bow our hearts beneath thy sway
Then give thy growing empire way;
O'er wastes of sin-o'er fields of blood,
Till all mankind shall be subdu'd.

5 Our prayers assist-accept our praise-
Our hopes revive-our courage raise—
Our counsels aid-and oh! impart,
The single eye-the faithful heart!
6 Forth with thy chosen heralds come,
Recal the wandering spirit home:

From Zion's mount send forth the sound
To spread the spacious world around!

HYMN DCCCCLXVI.

Another; or, the Light of the Gentiles.
Luke ii. 32.

1THE dawning day at length appears,
The day foretold by ancient seers;
And over nature's gloomy night
Prevails the morning's rising light.

2 The nations watch the promis'd ray,
Whose blushes kindle into day,
see, with

And

eager, anxious eye, It's saffron tint spread o'er the sky.

W. B, G.

3 He comes! he comes! the Sun appears
Eclipsing reason's darken'd spheres!
He shines above the eastern hills,
And every heart with transport fills!
4 While India's sons, adorn'd with gold,
The source of light and life behold;
Released from superstition's chains,
No bloody rite their altars stains.

5 The sun upon the Persian's head,
His scorching rays no more shall shed:
Barning amid unclouded skies,

He sees a fairer orb arise.

6 Behold the nations wait thy light,
To scatter their remaining night;
To every clime extend thy ray,
O source of everlasting day!

1

HYMN DCCCCLXVII.

The sympathizing High-priest. Heb. iv. 15.

ΟΤΙ

W. B. C.

THOU, who once did wander here,
.A pilgrim on life's weary way;

No stranger thou, to every fear

That shakes th' inhabitant of clay :

From sorrow's stormy cloud it's torrent shed,
And aim'd it's thunders at thy guiltless head.
2 "Tis known to thee-the secret sigh,
That softly from the bosom steals;
Grief's dew-drop trembling in the eye,
The anguish that the spirit feels:
Each human woe was once sustain'd by thee,
And still is felt in tender sympathy.

The thorns that pierc'd thy bleeding brow,
Wound, as I pass, my pilgrim feet;
A stranger I, like thee, below,

Seek in thy grave my last retreat ;

There shall I slumber, free from rude alarms, From pain's sharp conflict, and from life's deep harms.

4 Safe from the false world's summer smiles,
Safe from the winter's angry frown,
Safe from the tempter's cruel angry wiles,
With thee, my Lord, I lay me down,
On thy low bed, till angels bid me rise,
And share thy triumphs in thy native skies.

1

HYMN DCCCCLXVIII,

A Call to depart. Mic. ii. 10. John xi. 28.

YE

xiv. 31.

W. B. C.

E saints, that o'er this desert roam,
From dangers panting to be free,
Aspiring still to heaven, your home-
Remember this command from me ;
Your master bids you haste away,
And soar to realms of endless day.

2 Ye pilgrims, on this world's wide waste,
Who journey on my face to see,
And long celestial joys to taste,
Remember this command for me;
Your master bids you haste away,
And soar to realms of endless day.

HYMN DCCCCLXIX.

The Rainbow. Gen. ix. 13.

W. B. C.

1 WHEN over fair nature's face dark tem

pests lower,

And on the poor traveller fast falls the shower,
Bright o'er the deepening shade,

Ere quite the sunbeams fade,
The rainbow is display'd

By heaven's blest Power.

2 'Midst darkness and horror I will not despair, But learn with submission my sorrows to bear;