7 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt To spread the gospel's rays!

g And build, on sin's demolished throne, The temples of thy praise.

HYMN 185, 10s.

RIPPON.

Walworth. [*]

Prayer for the Latter Day Glory.

Lolly of aldren's voice in tender mercy hear,

ORD of all worlds, incline thy bounteous car,

Bear thy blest promise, fixed as hills, in mind,
And shed renewing grace on lost mankind;
O let thy Spirit like soft dews descend;
Thy gospel run to earth's remotest end.

2 Let Zion's walls before thee ceaseless stand,
Dear as thine eye, and graven on thy hand;
From earth's far regions Jacob's sons restore,
Oppressed by man, and scourged by thee, no more;
Enriched with gold, adorned with heavenly grace,
Truth their sole guide, and all their pleasure praise.
3 Then Satan's kingdom shall from earth retire,
Dead forms dissolve, and furious zeal expire,
The Beast's fell throne shall darkness dire surround,
Mohammed's empire tumble to the ground;
The dreams of Infidels in smoke decay,
And all the foes of heaven shall fleet away.
4 In barren wilds shall living waters spring,
Fair temples rise, and songs of transport ring;
The savage mind with sweet affection warm,
And light and love the yielding bosom charm:
From sin's oblivious sleep the soul arise,
And grace and goodness shower from balmy skies.
5 Then shall mankind no more in darkness mourn,
Then happy nations in a day be born;

From east to west thy glorious Name be one,
And one pure worship hail th' eternal Son:
Remotest realms one spotless faith unite,
And o'er all regions beam the gospel's light.
6 Then shall thy saints exult with joy divine;
Their virtues quicken, and their lives refine;
Their souls improve, their songs more grateful rise,
And sweeter incense cheer the morning skies:
Heaven o'er the world unfold a brighter day,

And Jesus spread his reign from sea to sea. DWIGHT
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HYMN 186. C. M.

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Bethlehem. {*}

Zion exalted above the Hills, Isa. ii : 2—5.

O'ER mountain tops the mount of God,

In latter days shall rise

Above the summit of the hills,-
And draw the wondering eyes.

o 2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
"Up to the mount of God," they say,
"And to his house we'll go."

3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill,
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers,
Shall the whole world command.

e 4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
o His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.

e 5 No war shall rage, no hostile feuds
Disturb those peaceful years;

-To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

o 6 Come then, O house of Jacob, come,
And worship at his shrine;

g And, walking in the light of God,

With holy beauties shine.

SCOTCH PARAPHRASE

HYMN 187. L. M. Castle Street. [*] Millennium. Isa. xi. 5-9. Rev. xx. 4—1u.

1LOOK up, my soul, with glad surprise,
Towards the joyful, coming day;

When Jesus shall descend the skies,
And form a bright, a glorious day.
o 2 Nations shall in a day be born,
And swift, like doves, to Jesus fly;
The saints shall know no clouds return,
Nor sorrows mingled with their joy.

b 3 The lion and the lamb shall feed
Together, in his peaceful reign;
-And Zion, blest with heavenly bread,
Of pinching wants no more complain.

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4 The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free, Shall boast their several rights no more; o But join in sweetest harmony,

Their Lord, their Sovereign to adore.
--5 Thus, till a thousand years are passed,
And Satan must be loosed again;
Short is the time his reign shall last,
a Ere he's confined in endless pain,

o 6 But the blest saints shall mount on high,.
Where their delivering Prince is gone;
Angels at God's command shall fly,
To bless them with a conqueror's crown.

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ANON.

HYMN 188. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*] Collection for the Spread of the Gospel. my substance I will honour My Redeemer and my Lord; Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word. o 2 While the heralds of salvation

His abounding grace proclaim; Let his friends of every station, Gladly join to spread his fame. -3 May his kingdom be promoted, May the world the Saviour know; Be my all to him devoted,

To my Lord my all I owe.

o 4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations; Praise him all ye hosts above;

Shout with joyfuł acelamations,
His divine-victorious love.

HYMN 189.

FRANCIS.

S. M. Newton. [*]

Charitable Collection. 1 Chron. xxix. 14.

1HY bounties, gracious Lord,
With gratitude we own;

We praise thy providential grace,
That showers its blessings down.
2 With joy the people bring

Their offerings round thy throne; With thankful souls, behold, we pay A tribute of thine own.

с 3 Accept this humble mite,
Great sovereign Lord of all ;

Nor let our numerous mingling sins -
The sacred ointment spoil.

4 Let the Redeemer's blood

Diffuse its virtues wide: Hallow and cleanse our every gift,

And all our follies hide.

e 50 may this sacrifice

To thee the Lord ascend, -An odour of a sweet perfume,? Presented by his hand.

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0 6 Well pleased our God shall view The products of his grace;

And, in a plentiful reward,

Fulfill his promises.

SCOTT.

HYMN 190. C. M. Hymn 2d. [*]·

The Good Samaritan. Luke x. 30–37.
ATHER of mercies, send thy grace,

Fall powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

b 2 O may our sympathizing breasts

That generous pleasure know, Kindly to share in others' joy, And weep for others' woe.

e 3 When the most helpless sons of grief, In low distress are laid,

p Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid.

-4 So Jesus looked on dying men,

When throned above the skies; And midst the embraces of thy love, He felt compassion rise.

o 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raise us from the ground;

e And gave the richest of his blood, A balm for every wound.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 191. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Nature and Fruits of Charity.

CHARITY, thou heavenly grace!
All tender, soft and kind!

A friend to all the human race,

To all that's good inclined!

2 The man of charity extends

To all his liberal hand;

His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends
His pity may comniand,

e 3 He aids the poor in their distress;
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.

4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind,
And all the sons of grief,

In him a benefactor find-
He loves to give relief.

o 5 Tis love that makes religion sweet;
'Tis love that makes us rise,

With willing minds and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies.

-6 Then let us all in love abound,

And charity pursue;

o Thus shall we be with glory crowned,

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And love as angels do.

PROUD.

HYMN 192. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Relieving Christ in his Members. Matt. xxv. 40.
JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties! how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

g 2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;

e What can my poverty bestowWhen all the worlds are thine?

-3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;

And wilt confess their humble names,
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou mayst be clothed and fed

And visited and cheered,

And in their accents of distress,

My Saviour's voice is heard.

5 Thy face with reverence and with love,
I in the poor would see;

O rather let me beg my bread,
Than hold it back from thee.

DonDRIDGE.