WATTS. H. M. 1. O ye im-mor-tal throng Of angels round the throne,Join with our feeble song, To make the Saviour known! On earth ye knew His wondrous grace; His beauteous face In heaven ye view. LATTER DAY. 8s & 7s. 1. We are living, we are dwell-ing, In a grand and aw-ful time, In an age on 9 a-ges tell-ing, To be living is sublime. Hark! the waking up of na-tions,Gog and 9 Ma-gog to the fray. Hark! what soundeth? is creation Groaning for its latter da ? 982. 8s & 7s. 2. Will ye play, then, will ye dally, God's own arm hath need of thine. Worlds are charging to the shock. 3. Worlds are charging-heaven beholding; For the truth's sake go abroad! 983. 8s & 7s. A. C. COXE. 1. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; ' He, whose word can not be broken, On the Rock of Ages foundedWhat can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile on all thy foes. 2. See, the streams of living waters, Ever flows thy thirst t' assuage? 3. Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is nearHe who gives them daily manna, He who listens when they cryLet him hear the loud hosanna Rising to His throne on high. NEWTON. 1. ONWARD, onward, men of heaven! Bear the Gospel's banner high; Rest not till its light is given, Star of every pagan sky. 2. Where the Arctic ocean thunders, Lifts the untaught strain of praise. 3. Rude in speech, or grim in feature, Dark in spirit tho' they be, Show that light to every creature, Prince or vassal-bond or free. Lo! they haste to every nation, Host on host the ranks supply, Onward-Christ is your salvation, And your death is victory. SIGOURNEY. 3. Lord of earth! its mournful story Hasten, in Thy grace, to close; Bring the days of brighter glory, Calm its tumults, heal its woes; All, around the cross uniting, Blend in one harmonious throng; Peace, the rolls of time inditing, Love, the universal song. MRS. GILBERT 1. { On the mountain's top ap- pear-ing, Lo! the sa-cred her-ald stands, Mourning captive, God himself shall loose thy bands. Mourning captive, God himself shall loose, &c. 1. CHEEK grow pale, but heart be vigorous; Body fall, but soul have peace; Welcome, pain! thou searcher rigorous, Slay me, but my faith increase. 2. Sin, o'er sense so softly stealing; Doubt, that would my strength impair; 3. Up, my soul! with clear sedateness 4. Up to labor! from thee shaking Off the bonds of sloth, be brave! MISS BREMER. |