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1 TOW beauteous are their feet

Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice!

How sweet their tidings are!
! Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,

“ He reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sovind,
Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found.
4 How blessed are our eyes

That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

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ISE, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise !

Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes ! See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,

And break upon thee in a flood of day!
2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,

See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies !

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3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,

Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend !
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,

While ev'ry land its joyous tribute brings !
4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his saving pow'r remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.
HYMN 54.

(11. 6.)
PSALM lxxii.
HAIL to the Lord's Anointed!

Great David's greater Son;
Hail in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun !
He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,

And rule in equity.
2 He comes with succour speedy,

To those who suffer wrong,

To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness

turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying,

Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall descend like showers

Upon the fruitful earth;
And love and joy, like flowers,

Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,

Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,

From hill to valley flow.
4 To him shall pray’r unceasing,

And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;

That name to us is Love.



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HYMN 55.

(c. M.)
ISAIAH ü. 2-5.
1 YER mountain tops the mount of God

In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,

And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
L“ Up to the mount of God," they'll say,

"And to his house we'll go.”
3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill

Shall lighten ev'ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs

Shall all the world command.
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.
5 For peaceful implements shall men

Exchange their swords and spears;
O Nor shall they study war again

Throughout those happy years.
6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come

To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.


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HYMN 56.

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(111. 1.)


AVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee

Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,

Hear our solemn litany.
2 By thy birth and early years,

By thy human griefs and fears,

By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ry in the hour
of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;

Hear our solemn litany.
3 By thine hour of dark despair,

By thine agony of pray’r,
By the purple

robe of scorn,
By thy wounds—thy crown of thorn;
By thy cross—thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
4 By thy deep expiring groan,

By the seald sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heav'n restor’d,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
HYMN 57.

(L. m.) 1 Y God, permit me not to be

M A stranger to myself and thee: Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heav'nly birth?


V Why should I cleave to things below,

And all my purest joys forego ?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;

Thy grace, Ở Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
HYMN 58.

(c. m.) 1 A LAS, what

hourly dangers rise ! What snares beset my way! To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes,

And hourly watch and pray.

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2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,

And melt in flowing tears! i ! !

My weak resistance, ah, how vain 'G

How strong my foes and fears ! 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,

My feeble efforts aid;
ᄂ Help me to watch, and pray,

and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,

When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

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My God, thy pow'rful aid impart,

My guardian, and my guide.
6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way,

And bid the tempter flee;
L And let me never, never, stray
From happiness and thee.
HYMN 59.

(c. M.)

C sow oft, alas! this wretched heart willi;

Has wander'd from the Lord !
How oft my roving thoughts depart,

Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, “ Return;"

Dear Lord, and may I come ?
L My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O, take the wand'rer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,

And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r,

How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard’ning love, so free, so sweet,

Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
· And let me rove no more.

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