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3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness,
The wonders of thy grace.
Love Divine. Tabernacle.
Joy of heav'n to earth come down' Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown; -Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art: Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving Spirit
Into ev'ry troubled breast:
Let us find thy promis'd rest
Take our load of guilt away;
Bring us to eternal day.
Pure and holy may we be;
Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Till in heav'n we take our place;
HYMN 439. 8, 7. Robinson.
Love Divine. Good Shepherd. Grateful recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12. 1 COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Sung by flaming tongues above :
Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise
Safely to arrive at home.
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Interpos’d with precious blood. 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart-0 take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.
Isa. lv. 12, 13.
The howling winds are still;
And breathe from every hill.
Their sacred stores unlock;
Burst living from the rock.
Upon the morning gale ;
The lilies in the vale.
A robe of beauty wears ;
Leads on the promis'd years.
The loud hosanna sing;
O Zion, hail thy King.
Shoel. Chatham. Sterling. 1 HARK! from yon wilds is heard the strai
Of joy and praise ascending high;
2 Now true Religion rears her throne,
Where superstition darkly trod; And where İlis altar was unknown,
Unnumber'd temples rise to God. 3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high ;
Salvation to the heathen flows;
John iv. 35.
Behold the fields already white !
See ransom’d sinners flocking, home. 2 Mov’d by the Spirit's softest wind,
Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
They bow, and to their God return. 3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast,
Ere yet the shining season's past, When all the work of life shall end, The last-the long dark night descend. HYMN 443. 8, 7, 4. Kelly.
Zech. xiii. 1.
God has open'd there a fountain ;
They are blessed,
Who its soy'reign virtues know. 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way; Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Making all around look gay,
O, yo nations!
Hail the long expected day.
All enriching as it goes:
Sings for joy were'er it flows. 4 Troos of life the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Fair their portion !
Roll o'er the heav'nly plains,
For their sublimest strains;