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2 From year to year the tree he views, | 'Tis that I mourn departed days,

And still no fruit is found ; (mands, Still unprepard to die. Then “cut it down,” the Lord com- 2 The world and worldly things belov'd “Why cumbers it the ground?”

My anxious thoughts employ'd; 3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads And time unhallow'd, unimprov’d, “ The barren fig-tree spare,

Presents a fearful void. “ Another year in mercy wait, 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair “It yet may bloom and bear:

Chase from my lab'ring breast ; 4“But if my culture prove in vain, Thy grace it is which prompts the “ And still no fruit be found,

That grace can do the rest. (prayer "I plead no more ; destroy the tree,

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine! And root it from thy ground.”

And when thy sure decree

Bids me this fleeting breath resign,

O speed my soul to Thee!
HYMN 50.

(L. M.) THE God of life, whose constant care


HYMN 52. (S. M.)

Isaiah li. 7-10.
My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.

HW beauteous are their feet

Who on 2 How many precious souls are fled

Who bring salvation on their tongues, To the vast regions of the dead, Eince to this day the changing sun

And words of peace reveal! Through his last yearly period run! 2 How charming is their voice ! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,

How sweet their tidings are ! Or through this year, or month, or day,

“ Zion, behold thy Saviour-King, I shall retain this vital breath,

“He reigns and triumphs here.” "Thus far, at least, in league with 3 How happy are our ears' death?"

That hear this joyful sound, 4 That breath is thine, eternal God;

Which kings and prophets waited for, 'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;

And sought, but never found. It holds its life from thee alone,

4 How blessed are our eyes On earth, or in the world unknown. That see this heavenly light! 5 To thee our spirits we resign,

Prophets and kings desir'd it long, Make them and own them still as thine

But died without the sight.

3 So shall they live secure from fear, 5 The watchmen join their voice, Tlough death should blast the rising And tuneful notes employ ; year.

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 6 Thy children panting to be gone,

And deserts learn the joy, May bid the tide of time roll on, 6 The Lord makes bare his arm To land them on that happy shore,

Through all the earth abroad : Where years and death are known no Let every nation now behold more,

Their Saviour and their God. 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,

HYMN 53. Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;

(II, 5.)

Isaiah lx. &c.
No groans, to mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues : RI

ISE, crown'd with light, imperla

Salem rise ! 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes; No cares to break the long reposo;

Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

eyes! But sacred, high, eternal noon,

See heaven its sparkling portals wide

display, 9 0, long expected year! begin And break upon thee in a flood of day! Dawn on this world of wo and sin ; tain would we leave this weary road,

2 See a long race thy spacious courts To sleep in death, and rest with God.


See future 'sons and drugiiters yet HYMN 51,

(C. M.)


In crowding ranks on every siile arise Wing leaves the secret sigh? Demanding life, impatient for the skies


3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates Up to the mount of God, they'll say, attend,

And to his house we'll go. Walk in thy light, and in thy temple 3 'The beams that shine from Zion's hill bend!

Shall lighten every land; See thy bright altars throng'd with pros- The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs trate kings,

Shall all the world command. While every land its joyous tribute brings!

4 Among the nations he shall judge, 4 The seas shali waste, the skies to His sceptre shall protect the jast,.

His judgments truth shall guide ; smoke decay,

And crush the sinner's pride. Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt

5 For peaceful implements shall men away ; But fix'd his word, his saving power

Exchange their swords and spears; remains

Nor shall they study war again Thy realm shall last, thy own Messialı

Throughout those happy years. reigns.

6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come HYMN 54.

To worship at his shrine;

(II. 6.) And, walking in the light of God, Psalm lxxii.

With holy graces shine.

Great David's greater Son ;

Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!

HYMN 56. (III. 1.)
He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,

SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee And rule in equity.

Low we bow th’adoring knee;

When, repentant, to the skies 2 He comes, with succour speedy, Scarce we lift our streaming eyes ;) To those who suffer wrong,

O, by all thy pains and wo,
To help the poor and needy,

Suffer'd once for man below,
And bid the weak be strong: Bending from thy throne on high,
To give them songs for sighing, Hear our solemn litany.
| Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn’d and dying,

2 By thy birth and early years, i Were precious in his sight.

By thy human griefs and fears,

By thy fasting and distress 3 He shall descend like showers

In the lonely wilderness : Upon the fruitful earth,

By thy vict'ry in the hour
And love and joy, like flowers, of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Spring in his path to birth :-

Jesus, Inok with pitying eye ;
Before him, on the mountains, Hear our solemn litany.
Shall peace, the herald, go;

3 By thine hour of dark despair, And righteousness, in fountains,

By thine agony of prayer, From hill to valley flow.

By the purple robe of scorn, 4 To him shall prayer unceasing, By thy wounds—thy crown of thorn And daily vows, ascend;

By thy cross—ihy pangs and cries; His kingdom still increasing

By thy perfect sacrifice; A kingdom without end :

Jesus, look with pitying eye; The tide of time shail never

Hear our solemn litany. His cnvenant remove;

4 By thv deep expiring groan, His name shall stand for ever;

By the seald sepulchral stone,
That name to us is Love.

By thy triumph o'er the grave,
HYMN 55. (C. M.) By thy pow'r from deatli to save;
Isaiah ii. 2-5.

Mighty God, ascended Lord,
0 'ER mountain tops the mount of God To thy throne in heaven restord,

Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,

Hear our solemn litany.
And draw the wond'ring eyes.

UYMN 57.

(L. M.) 2 To this the joyful nations round,

My God, permit me not to be All tribes and tongues, shall flow; A stranger to myself and then

Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, HYMN 60.

(1.. M.) Forgetful of my highest love.

O 2 Why should my passions mix with The darkness shineth as the light, earth,

Search, prove my heart; it looks to ihce, And thus debase my heav'nly birth? O burst its bonds, and set it free! Why should I cleave to things below, 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, And all my purest joys forego ?

Bind my affections to the cross; 3 Call me away froin fresh and sense ; Fiallow each thought, let all within Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence: Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. I would obey the voice divine, 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, And all interior joys resign.

Be thou my light, be thou my way; HYMN 58.

(C M.) No foes, no violence I fear,

No harm, while thou, my God, art near A LAS what hourly dangers rise! What

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes, When sinks my heart in waves of wo,

And hourly watch and pray. Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 2 How oft my mournful thoughts com

And raise my head, and cheer my heart And melt in flowing tears! (plain, 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see, My weak resistance, ah, how vain! Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:

How strong my foes and fears! O let thy hand support me still, 30 gracious God, in whom I live,

And lead me to thy holy hill. My feeble efforts aid;

See Hymns on Repentance. Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD Though trembling and afraid.

FRIDAY 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,

HYMN 61, When foes and fears prevail;

(III. 4.) And bear my fainting spirit up,

Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4. Or soon my strength will fail. WHO

THO is this that comes from Edom,

All his raiment stain'd with bloud 5 Whene'er temptations friglit my heart, To the captive speaking freedom, Or lure my feet aside,

Bringing and bestowing good, My God, thy powerful aid impart, Glorious in the garb he wears, My guardian and my guide:

Glorious in the spoil he bears? 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, And bid the tempter flee ;

Tray'lling onward in his might;
And let me never, never stray 'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
From happiness and thee.

To his people is the sight!
HYMN 59.

(C. M.)

Satan conquer'd, and the grave, How oft, alas! this wretched heart Jesus now is strong to save.

Has wander'd from the Lord ! 3 Why that blood his raiment staining How oft my roving thoughts depart,

'Tis the blood of many slain; Forgetful of his word !

of his foes there's none remaining, 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return;"

None, the contest to maintain: Dear Lord, and may I come?

Fall’n they are, no more to rise, My vile ingratitude I mourn;

All their glory prostrate lies. o, take the want'rer home.

4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, Never shall thy people, never,

Wear the crown so dearly won !
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live

Ceage to sing what thou hast done

Thou hast fought thy people's foes; To speak ihy wondrous love?

Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes! 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious, how divine ?

HY MN 62. (L. M.) That can to life and bliss restore


THEN I survey the wondrous cross So vile a heart as mine.

On which the prince of glory died, 5 Thy pard’ning love, so free, so sweet, My richest gain I count but loss, Dear Saviour, I adore ;

Aud pour contempt on all my pride. keep me at thy sacred' feet, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, And let me rove no more

Save in the cross of Christ, my God., All the vain things that charm me mist, Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the 1 sucrince them to thy blood.

Why hides the sun his rays? (ground? 8 fee, from his head, his hands, his feet, 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

Surrow and love flow mingled down; And nature sympathize! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

The sun as darkest night be black ! Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown?

Their Maker, Jesus, dies ! 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, That were a tribute far too small;

His all-atoning blood! Love so amazing, so divine,

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

My Saviour and my God!
HYMN 63. (C. M.)

4 For me these pangs his soul assaul,
EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

For me this death is borne;
Nail to the shameful tree ;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
How vast the love that him inclin'd

And pointed ev'ry thorn. To bleed and die for me!

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 2 Hark, how he groans | while nature Break, Lord, its tyrant chain; shakes,

O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, And earth's strong pillars bend!

Nor bleed, nor die in vain!
The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend,

HYMN 66,

(L. M.)

St. John xix. 30. 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,

IS finish'd-so the Saviour cried
Tieceive my soul!” he cries; l'TIS

And meekly bow'd his head ang See where he bows his sacred head!

died : He bows his head and dies !

'Tis finish'd-yes, the work is done, 4 But soon he'll break death's envious The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

And in full glory shine ; [chain, O Lamb of God! was ever pain,

2 'Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed,

And all the ancient prophets said, Was ever love like thine!

Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd, HYMN 64, (C. M.) In me, the Saviour of mankind. MYSaviour hanging on the tree, 3 'Tis finish’d-Aaron now no more In agonies ,

Must stain his robes with purple gore i Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, The sacred veil is rent in twain, As near his cross I stood.

And Jewish rites no more remain. 2 Sure, never till my latest breath 4 'Tis finish'd—this, my dying groan, Can I forget that look ;

Shall sins of every kind atone: It seem'd to charge me with his death, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, Though not a word he spoke.

By this, my last expiring breath. 3 My conscience felt and own'd the 5 'Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcil'd,

And plung'd me in despair ;., (guilt, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: I saw my sins his blood had spilt, Peace, love, and happiness, again And help'd to nail him there,

Return and dwell with sinful men. 4 Alas! I knew not what I did;

6 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? "Tis finish'd-let the echo fly [and sky,

Be heard through all the nations round; For I the Lord have slain.

Through heaven and hell, through earth 5 A second look he gave, which said,

HYMN 67. "I freely all forgive;

(L. M.) “This blood is for thy ransom paid,

For the Jews. "I die, that thou may'st live." HC

SIGH on the bending willows hung,

Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? 6 Thus, whiie his death my sin displays Still mute remains the sullen tongue, In all its blackest hue,

And Zion's song denies to sing? (Buch is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too.

2 Awake! thy loudest raptures roise ;

Let harp and voice unite their strains: HYMN 65, (C. M.) Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways FRON when these direfal mensilehold, thy.own Messiah reigns.

33 láy foreign streams no longer raam, Which leared and cuth amaze? land, weeping, think oli Jordan's fleupont

In every clime behold a home; 12 Your faith by holy tempers prove, In ev'ry temple see thy God.

By actions show your sins forgiven,'

And seek the glorious things above, 4 No taunting foes the song require;

And follow Christ, your head, o No strangers mock thy captive chain ;

heaven. Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, And brethren ask the holy strain. 3 There your exalted Saviour

see, 5 Then wliy on bending willows hung, In all his Father's majesty,

Seaied at God's right hand again, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string?

In everlasting pou er to reign.
Why mute rentains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song delays to sing?

4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your destin'd place,

And emulate the angel choir,
HYMN 68. (C. M.)

And only live to love and praise. 1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi, 9, 10, 11.

HYMN 71. (C. M.) SINCE Christ our Passover is slain, 1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. 1. A sacrifice all

NHRIST from the dead is rais'd, and L.et all, with thankful hearts, agree The First Fruits of the tomb; (inado To keep the festival :

For, as by man came death, by man 2 Not with the leaven, as of old,

Did resurrection come. or sin and malice fed ;

2 For, as in Adam all mankind But with unfeign'd sincerity,

Did guilt and death derive; And truth's unleaven'd bread. So, by the righteousness of Christ, 3 Christ being raised by power divine,

Shall all be made alive. And rescu'd from the grave,

13 If then ye risen are with Clirist, Shall die no more ; death shall on him Seek only how to get No more doninton have.

The things which are above, whero

At God's right hand is set. 4 For that he died, 'twas for cur sins

[Christ He once vouchisaf'd to die:

But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.

HYMN 72. (L. M.)

TTE dies! the Friend of sinners dies ! 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, But graciousiy restor’d,

around! And made, henceforth, alive tr. God,

A solemn darkness veils the skies ! Thrcugh Jesus Christ our Lord.

A sudden tremblingshakes the ground! HYMN 69. (III. 1.)

2 Ye saints approach! the anguish view, CHI HRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day, Of bim who groans beneath your load;

Sons of men and angels say: He gives his precious life for you, Raise your joys and triumphis high,

For you be sheds his precious blood. Sing ye heavens, and earth reply !

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree ! 2 Love's redeeming work is done, The Lord of glory dies for men ! Fought the fight, the vict'ry won : But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus' agony is o'er,

Jesus, the dead, revives again! Darkness veils the earth no more. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Up to his father's court he flies; Christ has burst the gates of hell;

Cherubic legions guard him home, Death in vain forbids hini rise,

And shout him welcome to the skies! Christ hath open'd paradise.

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

How l.igh our great deliv’rer reigns; Following our exalted Head; Made like him, like him we rise

And led the tyrant death in chains ! Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 6 Say, “ Live for ever glorious King, HYMN 70.

(L. M.)

6 Born to redeem, instruct, and save !" Col. jii. 1, 2.

Then ask_“ (death, where is thy sting!

“ And where thy victory, O grave !" Y , If risen indeed with him ye are,

HYMN 73. (L. M.) Superior to the joys below,

UR Lord is risen from the dead, His resurrection's power declare: ou

Our Jesus is gone up on high i 2*

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