Imatges de pÓgina




D. C. M.

DOWN from his starry throne on high

Th' Almighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

The mighty debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays;

Then through the clouds ascends to God,
'Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

There, he our great High Priest appears,
Before his Father's throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.
Great God! with rev'rence we adore
Thy justice and thy grace,

And in thy faithfulness and pow'r
Our firm dependence place.

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ERE another sabbath's close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to thee,
At thy feet we bow the knee.

For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven.
Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with thee at last.
Let these earthly sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joy above;
While their steps thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.



FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;

D. L. M.

We plead for those who plead for thee;
Successful pleaders may they be!

How great their work, how vast their charge!
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge;
Their best acquirements are our gain;
We share the blessings they attain.
Clothe then with energy divine

Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal;
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
Teach them to sow the precious seed;
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Souls that will well reward their pain.
Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating pow'r.
Let sinners break their massy chains,
And souls distress'd forget their pains:
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head!


FATHER of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory shines;

For ever be thy name ador'd
For these celestial lines.

Here, springs of consolation rise,
To cheer the fainting mind;
The needy here receive supplies,
And rest the weary find.

Divine Instructor! Gracious Lord!

Be thou for ever near;

Teach us to love thy sacred word,

And view our Saviour there.

C. M.




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FATHER of all, whose watchful care
Our roof protects ;-from whom we share
A thousand gifts, by thee ordain'd,
By thee from day to day sustain'd.

To thee, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altar rais'd:

The Lord of heaven vouchsafes to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell.

To thee, may each assembled house
Morning and night perform their vows,
Our babes and servants, old and young,
Learn what thy holy Prophets sung:
Oh! may our latest race proclaim
Our meek Redeemer's glorious name;
When we, conducted by thy love,
Have join'd thy family above.


FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne, let this

My humble pray'r arise.

Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

O let me find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in pray'r.

Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
My life and death attend,

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

C. M.




FOR mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive,

From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?
Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth!

My holiest thoughts are stain'd with sin;
My all is nothing worth.

The best returns for one like me,

So wretched and so poor,

Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.


FROM Egypt's bondage come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We seek a new and better home,
Where we our rest shall gain :

We are on our way to God.

There sin and sorrow cease;
And every conflict o'er,

We shall repose in endless peace,
Nor thirst, nor hunger more:

We are on our way to God.

There in celestial strains
Enraptur'd myriads sing;
And love in every bosom reigns,
For God himself is King :

We are on our way to God.

We soon shall join the throng,
And soon their pleasures share;
And sing the everlasting song
With all the ransom'd there:

Bring us safe to thee, O God.

C. M.

8. M.


TRICHINOPOLY. P. M. (7's & 6's, double.)

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

What, though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile!
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The Heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till each remotest nation

Hath learnt Messiah's name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory,

It spread from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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