108. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

God alike gracious to his servants under every dis

pensation.

1 PRAISE to the Lord who loud proclaims
His various and his saving names;
O may they not be heard alone,
But by our sure experience known!
2 Awake, our noblest pow'rs, to bless
The God of Abr'am, God of peace;
Now by a dearer title known,
Father and God of Christ his son.
3 Thro' ev'ry age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' pray'r;
Nor can one humble soul complain,
That it hath sought its God in vain.
4 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,

While still he owns his ancient name,
The same his pow'r, his love the same?

5 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
And boldly thro' the desert tread;
For God will guard where God shall lead.

Christ the light of the world.

1 BEHOLD, the Prince of peace!
The chosen of the LORD,

GOD's well-beloved Son, fulfils
The sure prophetic word.

2 No royal pomp adorns

This king of righteousness:

Meekness and patience, truth and love
Compose his princely dress.

3 The spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.

4 Jesus, the light of men!
His doctrine life imparts:
O may we feel its quick'ning pow'r
To warm and glad our hearts!
5 Cheer'd by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way:

The path which Christ has mark'd and trød,
Will lead to endless day.

110.

C. M. J. TAYLOR.

The mission of Christ.

1 "PREPARE," th' appointed herald cried,
"The Lord's straight path prepare:
Let valleys rise, let hills subside,
And rugged ways grow fair!

2 "Then shall the race of man behold
Salvation from on high;
Then shall the Saviour, long foretold,
Commence his ministry."

3 Spotless the heav'n-taught teacher stood, And meekly bow'd his head,

While from old Jordan's sacred flood
Baptismal rites were shed.

4 Now spake th' announcing voice of heav'n, While bright the glory shone ;

"To you the Christ of God is giv❜n, Jehovah's chosen son.

5 "Him hear; with him my cov'nant stands, With pow'r I him invest;

I place my sceptre in his hands,

My truth inspires his breast."

6 We cheerful own our Sov'reign's laws;
We bless the Saviour's name;

And praise that first eternal cause,
From which such favour came.

111. 8 & 7s. M.

SALISBURY COL.

Praise to the God of our salvation.

1 HAIL the God of our salvation,
Triumph in redeeming love,
Let us with glad exultation,
Imitate the blest above.

2 Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Border'd on the shades of death,
He hath by his grace revealing
Scatter'd all the clouds beneath.

3 Father, source of all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Hail the God of our salvation,
Praise him ev'ry thankful heart.
4 Round his awful footstool kneeling,
Lowly bend with grateful souls;
Here, his milder grace revealing,
Here his wrath no thunder rolls:

5 Lo! th' eternal page before us,
Bears the cov'nant of his love;
Full of mercy to restore us,
Mercy beaming from above.

6 Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our songs we raise, There enraptur'd, fall before him, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

112. C. M. WATTS.

The first and second coming of Christ. 1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands! Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue!

His new-discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, Jesus came
A guilty world to save ;
From vice and error to reclaim,
And rescue from the grave.

3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day;
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.

4 With pleasure lift your wond'ring eyes, Ye islands of the sea!

Ye mountains! sink; ye valleys! rise ;
Prepare the Saviour's way.

5 Behold he comes! he comes to bless The nations from their God;

To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.

6 Again he comes, with powr'ful voice
To wake the num'rous dead,
And call his churches to rejoice
With their exalted head.

7 When he, who is our life, draws near,
And all his glory view,

His faithful servants shall
With him in glory too.

113. C. M.

appear

DODDRIDGE.

The mission of Jesus Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19.

1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promis'd long!
Let ev'ry beart a throne prepare ;
And ev'ry voice a song!

2 On him the spirit largely pour'd,
Exerts its holy fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.

3 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
In wretched bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;

And on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The wounded soul to cure :

And, with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.