HYMN DXCVI. The same. Ps. xc. 5 and 7. Is. xxx. 33. PART III. 1 THE HE mighty flood that rolls along The waters lost can ne'er recall, 2 The days, the years, the ages dark, 3 So man departs the living scene, The voice of morning ne'er shall break 4 Thus nature pours the wail of woe; Attend the voice of sovereign grace, 5 "When mortal man resigns his breath, The soul immortal wings it's flight, 6" Prepar'd of old for wicked men, The just shall enter into bliss, LOGAN. HYMN DXCVII. Trust in Providence. Ps. lxx. 17, 18. 1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind, On thee my hopes remain; And when the day of trouble comes, 2 In early years thou wast my guide, 3 I know the power in whom I trust, He will my Saviour ever be, 4 My God, who causedst me to hope, And when a stranger in the world, 5 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age Thou wilt not leave me in despair, 6 Therefore, in life I'll trust to thee, And after death will sing thy praise, LOGAN. HYMN DXCVIII. Heavenly Wisdom. Prov. viii. 10, 11, 18-21, & 33-36. 10 HAPPY is the man, who hears Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes 2 For she has treasures greater far, 3 In her right hand she holds to view, And in her left, the prize of fame 4 She guides the young with innocence, A crown of glory she bestows 5 According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, LOGAN. HYMN DXCIX. Latter Day Glory. Mic. iv. 1-5. Is. ii. 2-5. LOGAN. DEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord, 1 BEHO In latter days shall rise Above the mountains and the hills, 2 To this, the joyful nations round, 3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill The King who reigns in Zion's towers, 4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, To ploughshares soon they beat their swords, 5 No longer hosts encountering hosts, They hang the trumpet in the hall, 6 Come then-O come, from every land, And walking in the light of God, HYMN DC. The Divine Missionary. Is. xlii. 1-4. 1 BEHOLD! th' ambassador divine, To publish to mankind the law 2 On him, in rich effusion pour'd, 3 No trumpet-sound, at his approach, But still and gentle breathe the voice 4 By his kind hand, the shaken reed The dying embers shall revive, The onward progress of his zeal, Till foreign lands, and distant isles, LOGAN |