Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
None, but the soul that feels his grace,
Can triumph in his holiness.

IO THAT thy statutes, every hour,
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ:

My soul shall ne'er forget thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From sin and folly's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!

4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and thy name;

I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame.

5 Depart from me, ye wicked race,

Whose hands and hearts are ill;

I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.

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CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Constant Use of God's Word.

1 When quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still,
My joy thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o'er the records of thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine.
2 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word

Sweetly compose my weary breast,
While, trusting in my gracious Lord,
I sink in peaceful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day!

3 Rising to sing my Father's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let thy precious word of grace
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue!
Fill all my life with purest love,

And join me to the church above.

Sincere Love to Christ.

1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn each hateful idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?

3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?

4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honour of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?

5 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord,
But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

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MONTGOMERY.

The Communion of Saints.

1 Not to the mount that burned with fire,
To darkness, tempest, and the sound
Of trumpet waxing higher and higher,
Nor voice of words that rent the ground,
While Israel heard, with trembling awe,
Jehovah thunder forth his law;

2 But to Mount Zion we are come,
The city of the living God,
Jerusalem, our heavenly home,
The courts by angel-legions trod,
Where meet in everlasting love
The Church of the first born above:

3 To God, the judge of quick and dead,
The perfect spirits of the just,

Jesus, our new great covenant Head,
The blood of sprinkling from the dust,
That better things than Abel's cries,
And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice.

4 O hearken to the healing voice,

That speaks from heaven in tones so mild;
Today are life and death our choice;
Today, through mercy reconciled,
Our all to God we yet may give;
Now let us hear his voice and live.

1 THE lands that long in darkness lay Now have beheld a heavenly light; Nations, that sat in death's cold shade Are blest with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promised Son is born! Behold the expected Child appear! What shall his names or titles be? 'The Wonderful, the Counsellor !' 3 The government of earth and seas Upon his shoulders shall be laid ; His wide dominions shall increase, And honours to his name be paid.

Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin!

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;

Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign!

25.

Lo, it is I; be not afraid.'

1 WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven, To every heart in sunder riven,

When love and joy and hope are fled, 'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

4 When men with fiend-like passions rage,
And foes yet fiercer foes engage,

Blest be the voice, though still and small,
That hispers, God is over all.

5 God calms the tumult and the storm,
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.

6 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

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THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.

• Abide with us, for it is towards Evening.
1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
5 In darkness and in weariness

The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
3 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

4 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold,
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I thee discern.

5 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

6 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.'

1 COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb:
Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.

2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.

3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest;
Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.