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The Lord's Anointed.

HAIL 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 shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, 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.

3 Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.

4 For Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;

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His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

The mountain-dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness shown,

Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.

5 O'er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest :
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;

His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is-Love.

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Earth Renewed.

GOD of mercy, God of grace,

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Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.

2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord,
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below and all above,
One in joy and light and love.

VII. DEATH AND THE WORLD

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TO COME.

66 Strangers and Pilgrims." WE'VE no abiding city here,"

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Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let the thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come."

2 "We've no abiding city here," Then let us live as pilgrims do ; Let not the world our rest appear, But let us haste from all below. 3 "We've no abiding city here," We seek a city out of sight, Zion its name, the Lord is there, It shines with everlasting light. 4 O! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.

5 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do His will be mine;
And His to fix my time of rest.

269. The Issues of Life and Death.
O WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

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'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life, to live,-
Nor all of death, to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pangs
Outlast the fleeting breath;
O what a weight of horror hangs
Around the "second death!'
5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone.

6 Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee

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The life of perfect love,-the rest
Of immortality.

The Christian's Evening.

BEHOLD the western evening light,
It melts in deeper gloom!

So calm the righteous sink away,
Descending to the tomb.

2 The winds breathe low, the yellow leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree!

So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.

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3 How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed!
'Tis like the peace the dying gives
To mourners round his bed.

4 How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast!

So sweet the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.
5 And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper star appears!

So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.

6 Night falls, but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore;

And thus the eyes that sleep in death
Shall wake, to close no more.

271. The Departure of Friends.

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FRIEND after friend departs;

Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upwards to expire.

P.M.

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