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2 Now true Religion rears her throne,

Where superstition darkly trod; And where His altar was unknown,

Unnumber'd temples rise to God.
3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on high,

Salvation to the heathen flows;
Let anthems roll along the sky;
The desert blossoms like the rose.

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HYMN 442. L. M.
Moreton. Kent. Luther's Hymn.

John iv. 35.
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Behold the fields already white !

, The glorious harvest now is come;

See ransom'd sinners flocking home. 2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind,

Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
Their former sins and follies mourn;

They bow, and to their God return. 3 Improve the harvest fleeing fast,

Ere yet the shining season's past,
When all the work of life shall end,
The last-the long dark night descend.

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HYMN 443. 8, 7, 4. KELLY.

Littleton. Jordan.

Zech, xiii. 1
SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,

Streams of living water flow:
God has open'd there a fountain;
This supplies the plains below:

They are blessed,
Who its soy'reign virtues know

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O, ye nations!

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2 Thro' ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way;
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,

Making all around look gay,

Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,

All enriching as it goes:
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose,

Ev'ry object

Sings for joy where'er it flows. 4 Trees of life the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes and hopes abound:

Fair their portion !
Endless life with glory crown'd.

HYMN 444. H. M.

Weymouth, Eagle-Street. 1

Roll o'er the heav'nly plains,
And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heav'n is known;

Loud sing the harps around the throne. 2 Jlark! hark !--the sounds draw nigh,

The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;

He comes with messages of grace. 3

Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show;
Ye winds that blow, ye waves that ro'y
Bear the glad news from pole to pole

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Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men,
And all his grace proclaim;
Angels and men, wake ev'ry string,
'Tis God, the Saviour's praise we sing.
HYMN 445. 7,6. MONTGOMERY.

Brighthelmstone. Margate.
AIL 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 come down, 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 For 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.

BAPTISM.

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HYMN 446. L. M.
Leyden. Sterling

Baptism. 1

, We to his holy laver bring These happy converts, who have known

And trusted in his grace alone.
2 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face;

Oh, bless them with peculiar grace;
Refresh their souls with love divine;

Let beams of glory round them shine. 3 Ye, who your native vileness mourn,

And to the great Redeemer turn,
Arise, his gracious call obey,
And be baptiz'd without delay.
HYMN 447. L. M. COLLYER.

Bath. Kent.

Household Baptism.
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TNITED pray’rs ascend to thee,

Eternal parent of mankind;
Smile on this waiting family-
Thy face they seek, and let them find.

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2 Let the dear pledges of their love,

Like tender plants around them grow;
Thy present grace, and joys above,

Upon their little ones bestow.
3 Receive, at their believing hand,

The charge which they devote as thine,
Obedient to their Lord's command-

And seal with pow'r the rite divine. 4 To ev'ry member of their house,

Thy grace impart, thy love extend;
Grant ev'ry good that time allows,
With heav'nly joys that never end.

HYMN 448. C. M. DODDRIDGE.

St. Ann's. Arlington.

Mark x. 14. 1 SE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand

With engaging charms; Hark, how he calls the tender Lambs,

And folds them in his arms. 2 " Permit them to approach,” he cries,

“Nor scorn their humble name; For 'twas to bless such souls as these,

The Lord of angels came.” 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,

And yield them up to thee; Joyful that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;

Ye children seek his face;
And fly with transports to receive

The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust;
That care shall beal our bleeding heart,
If weeping o'er their dust.