6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renewed, and sins forgiven: L. M. 222. Watts. Prophecy and Inspiration. The ancient prophets spoke his word; 2 The works and wonders which they wrought Confirmed the messages they brought; To save the holy words from death. 3 Great God! mine eyes with pleasure look On the dear volume of thy book; 4 Let the false raptures of the mind Be lost, and vanished in the wind ; 223. 1 S. M. WATTS. Who stand on Zion's hill! And words of peace reveal. 2 3 How charming is their voice! How sweet their tidings are ! He reigns and triumphs here." That hear this joyful sound, And sought, but never found! That see this heavenly light; But died without the sight! And tuneful notes employ; And deserts learn the joy. 4 5 C. M. MRS. STEELE. Excellence of the Scriptures. i Father of mercies ! in thy word What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy name adored For these celestial lines. 2 Here, may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; And lasting as the mind. Spreads heavenly peace around, And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. I see, 4 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may And still increasing light. Be thou for ever near ; And view my Saviour there. 1 Thy sacred book we would survey, Enlightened by a heavenly ray: To teach our souls to know the Lord. 2 So shall our children learn the road That leads them to their fathers' God; And, formed by lessons so divine, Shall infant minds with knowledge shine 3 So shall the haughtiest soul submit, With children placed at Jesus' feet; The rising swell of pride shall cease, And thy sweet voice be heard in peace. 160 JESUS CHRIST AND HIS KINGDOM. 78. M. 226. BOWRING. What its signs of promise are. 2 Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? 3 Watchman! tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. 4 Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? 5 Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Hie thee to thy quiet home. C. M. E. H. SEARS. The Nativity. i Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judæa stretches far Her silver-mantled plains. Shed sacred glories there, Make music on the air. Send back the glad reply ; The day-spring from on high. 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, Her silent groves of palm. Loud with their anthems ring, “Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's Eternal King!” |