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HYMN 435. C. M.

Sinai and Calvary.

TARK! how from Sinai's mount proceeds

The trumpet's awful blast;

While yet the heart with anguish bleeds,
And sinks in wo at last.

2 Behold the sinner's fearless soul,
Which love could ne'er arrest,
With trembling hears the thunder roll,
And death approaching fast.-

3 But lo!-what sounds of heav'nly peace, Amid the storm I hear;

When howling winds a moment cease,
And love succeeds to fear!

4 Now, on the hill of Calvary,
Where Jesus once was slain,
Sweet peace, and love, and sympathy,
There all unbroken reign.

5 Whene'er the tempest's vengeful voice, And guilt my soul appal,

I then in Jesus will rejoice,

And mercy's gentle call.

6 And when by care and wo opprest,
Or storms of sorrow fall,

I'll flee to him and find a rest-
Enjoy in him my all.

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The little cloud. 1 Kings xviii. 44. ye not the cloud arise,

SAW

Little as a human hand!
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land!

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2 Lo, the promise of a show'r Drops already from above; But the Lord will shortly pour

All the blessings of his love. 3 When he first the work begun,

Small and feeble was his day; Now the word doth swiftly run, 'Now it wins its wid'ning way. 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise; He the door hath open'd wide; He hath giv'n the word of grace; Jesus' word is glorifi’d.

HYMN 437. S. M.

Isa. lx. 8.

HE day is drawing nigh,
Still brighter far than this,

When converts like a cloud shall fly
To seek the realms of bliss.

2 What rapt'rous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight,

When sinners up to Zion's hill

Like doves shall speed their flight.

3 Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of righteousness,
These happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.

HYMN 438. 8,7.

WHITEFIELD.

1LOVE divine, all love excelling,

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 all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest;
Take away the love of sinning,
Take our load of guilt away;
End the work of thy beginning,
Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation,
Pure and holy may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation,
Perfectly secur'd by Thee;
Change from glory into glory,

"Till in heav'n we take our place;
'Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.

HYMN 439. 8,7.

ROBINSON.

Grateful recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12.

1. Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

YOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.

2 Here I raise my Eben-Ezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN 440.

C. M.

LOGAN.

Isa. Iv. 12, 13.

ESSIAH! at thy glad approach,
The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every bill.

2 The hidden fountains at thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.

3 The incense of the spring ascends
Upon the morning gale;

Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,
The lilies in the vale.

4 Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;

And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun
Leads on the promis'd years.

5 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;

With hallelujahs, and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King.

HYMN 441. L. M.

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ΤΑΡΡΑΝ.

ARK! from yon wilds is heard the strain Of joy and praise ascending high; The song of Zion cheers the plain, The desert breathes the contrite's sigh.