6 No more our streets the cries of fear
Or shouts of violence shall hear;
Thou, Lord, the tumults shalt assuage
Of hostile force, and civil rage.
7 O happy we, while thus our race
The signals of thy love shall grace!
O blest the people, that in Thee
Their God and faithful Guardian see!
The universal Benefactor. Ps. cxiv.
AR as creation's bounds extend,
Thy mercies, heavenly Lord, descend; One chorus of perpetual praise
To Thee thy various works shall raise,
Thy saints to Thee in hymns impart
The transports of a grateful heart ;---
2 The splendours of thy kingdom tell,
Delighted on thy wonders dwell,
And bid the world's wide realms admire
The glories of th' Almighty Sire,
Whose throne shall nature's wreck survive,
Whose power through endless ages live.
3 Thy promise truth eternal guides,
And mercy o'er each act presides;
The feet, whose steps to lapse incline,
With faithful care thy arm divine
Shall prop; the spirit bow'd with woe
Thy all-supporting aid shall know.
4 From thee, great God, while every eye
Expectant waits the wish'd supply,
Their bread proportion'd to the day
Thy opening hands to each convey;
In every sorrow of the heart,
Eternal mercy bears a part.
5 Who ask thine aid with heart sincere,
Thee ever gracious, ever near,
Shall own; their prayer, in each distress,
To Thee thy servants, Lord, address;
And find Thee (verging on the grave,)
Nor slow to hear, nor weak to save.
WHEN in dark and dreadful gloom,
Clouds on clouds portentous spread,
Black as if the day of doom,
Hung o'er nature's shrinking head:
When the lightning breaks from high
God is coming-God is nigh!
2 Then we hear his chariot wheels,
As the mighty thunder rolls;
Nature, startled nature reels,
From the centre to the poles :
Then the ocean, earth, and sky,
Tremble as he passes by!
3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms
His mysterious hiding-place;
Should he from his ark of storms,
Rend the veil and shew his face,
At the judgment of his eye,
All the universe would die.
4 God of vengeance! from above,
While thine awful bolts are hurl'd,
O remember thou art love!
Spare! O spare a guilty world!
Stay thy flaming wrath awhile,
Let the bow of promise smile!
* 5 When the last dread day appears
Bursting wide from pole to pole;
When amid the shivering spheres,
Twice ten thousand thunders roll;
When the dream of time shall end,
May I find the Judge my friend!
HROUGH shades and solitudes profound,
The fainting traveller winds his way;
Bewildering meteors glare around,
And tempt his wandering feet astray.
2 Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye,
The sudden moon's inspiring light,
When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night!
3 Thus mortals, blind and weak, below
Pursue the phantom bliss, in vain ;
The world's a wilderness of woe,
And life a pilgrimage of pain!
4 Till mild religion from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form,
The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise 'mid the storm.
5 Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll,
To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul.
6 At her approach the grave appears
The gate of Paradise restor❜d;
Her voice the watching cherub hears,
And drops his double-flaming sword.
7 Baptiz'd with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain :
Rise when the hosts of heaven expire,
And reign with God, for ever reign!
HYMN LV.
The dying Christian.
PIRIT--leave thine house of clay!
Lingering dust---resign thy breath!
Spirit---cast thy chains away!
Dust---be thou dissolv'd in death!"
Thus---th' Almighty Saviour speaks,
While the faithful Christian dies!
Thus---the bonds of life he breaks,
And the ransom'd captive flies!
2" Prisoner---long detain'd below!
Prisoner---now with freedom blest!
Welcome---from a world of woe!
Welcome---to a land of rest!"
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high!
While with hallelujahs ring
All the region of the sky!
3 Grave---the guardian of our dust!
Grave---the treasury of the skies!
Every atom of thy trust,
Rests in hope again to rise!
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls !---
"Soul---rebuild thy house of clay-..
Immortality thy walls,
And Eternity thy day!"---
God heals the wounded Spirit.
1 MYSTERIOUS inmate of this breast
Enkindled by thy flame;
By thee my being's best exprest,
For what thou art I am:
2 With thee I claim celestial birth,
A spark of heaven's own ray;
Without thee, sink to vilest earth
Inanimated clay.
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