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7.6.D.

HAIL

266.

The Lord's Anointed. 1

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;

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.

267.

Earth Renewed. 6 lines 78. 1 GOD

of mercy, God of grace,
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

TO COME.

268.

Strangers and Pilgrims." L.M. 1 “WEVE no abiding city here,”

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 0! 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.

S.M. 10 WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul ? '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!'
6 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
The life of perfect love,—the rest
Of immortality.

The Christian's Evening. C.M. 1 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.

270.

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. P.M. 1

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.

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