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4" While thus ye follow my commands,
I'm with you till the world shall end:
All power is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and can defend."
5 He spake, and light shɔne round his head;
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode;
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God.
HE Saviour, when to heaven he rose,
In splendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.
2 Hence sprang the Aposle's honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the Prophetic sage,
And hence the Evangelic page.
3 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pasters from hence and Teachers rise;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long-extended line:
4 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live;
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
5 So shall the bright Succession run
Through all the courses of the sun;
Whilst unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish, large and fair.
6 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know,
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout his praise,
Through the long round of endless days.
1 NATHER of mercies, bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for thee,
Successful pleaders may they be.
2 How great their work, how vast their charge; Do thou their anxious souls enlarge:
Their best acquirements are our gain,
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe, then, with energy divine,
Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain;
Souls that will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Sion rear her drooping head.
ND wilt thou, O Eternal God,
On earth establish thine abode?
Then look propitious from thy throne,
And take this temple for thine own.
2 These walls we to thine honour raise,
Long may they echo in thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place
With the rich tokens of thy grace.
3 Here may the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes and cheer his friends.
4 And in the last decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
Thousands were born for glory here.
CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH.
ESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 To him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His Name like sweet perfume shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his Name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to burst his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
6 Let ev'ry creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honours to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
ROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Jehovah's glorious Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
And truth eternal is thy Word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
SPIRIT of the Living God,
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.
2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order, in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4 Convert the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The Name of Jesus glorify,
Till every people call him Lord.
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HEN, Lord, to this our western land,
Led by thy providential hand,
Our wandering fathers came,
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth,
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth,
To keep them in thy Name.
2 Then, through our solitary coast,
The desert features soon were lost;
Thy temples there arose;
Our shores, as culture made them fair,
Were hallow'd by thy rites, by prayer,
And blossom'd as the rose.
3 And O! may we repay this debt
To regions solitary yet,
Within our spreading land:
There, brethren, from our common home,
Still westward, like our fathers, roam;
Still guided by thy hand.
4 Saviour, we own this debt of love:
O shed thy spirit from above,
To move each Christian breast;
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim
And temples rise to fix thy Name,
Through all our desert west.
ISAIAH XXXV. 2.
N Sion, and on Lebanon,
On Carmel's blooming height,
On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone
The glory, pure and bright:
2 From thence its mild and cheering ray
Stream'd forth from land to land;
And empires now behold its day;
And still its beams expand.
3 Its brightest splendours, darting west,
Our happy shores illume;
Our farther regions, once unblest,
Now like a garden bloom:
4 But ah, our deserts deep and wild
See not this heavenly light;
No sacred beams, no radiance mild,
Dispel their dreary night.
5 Thou, who didst lighten Sion's hill,
On Carmel who didst shine,
Our deserts let thy glory fill,
Thy excellence divine.
6 Like Lebanon, in towering pride,
May all our forests smile;
And may our borders blossom wide,
Like Sharon's fruitful soil.
ROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn; The Heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone,
3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high;