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6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven:
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 ;
Who stand on Zion's hill!
And words of peace reveal.
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.
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.
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.
JESUS CHRIST AND HIS KINGDOM.
78. M. 226.
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Doubt and terror are withdrawn.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.
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!”