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The opening year thy graces shall proclaim,
And all its days be vocal with thy name.
Thou earth, enlightened by his rays divine, Teeming with grass, and corn, and oil, and wine; Crowned with his goodness let thy nations meet,
And lay their crowns at his paternal feet; With grateful love that liberal hand confessing, Which through each heart diffuseth every blessing.
His mercy never ends : the dawn, the shade
And children lean upon their father's God. The deathless soul, through its immense duration, Drinks from this source immortal consolation.
Burst into praise, my soul! all natures join;
And while eternity its course shall run; His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Shall call forth songs and raptures never-ending
The Epiphany, or Manifestation of Christ to
“ And, lo, the star which they saw in the East, went before them, till it came and stood where the young child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.---Matt. c. 11.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch, and Saviour of all! Say shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine; Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the occan,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gold would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor!
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid !
66 It is finished."---John xix. 30.
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary; See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky.
“ It is finish'd!” Hear the dying Saviour cry! “ It is finish'd !” O what pleasure
Do these cheering words afford! Heav'nly blessings without measure Flow from our redeeming Lord.
" It is finished !” Saints the blessed word record. Finish’d, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law ; Finish’d, all that God has promis'd ; Death and hell no more shall awe.
“ It is finished !" Saints from bence your comfort draw ! Tune your harps aņew, ye seraphs !
Loud redeeming love proclaim !
Mediiation on Good Friday.
“ Now is my soul troubled ; and what shall I say ? Father, save me from this hour; but for this cause came I unto this hour."---John xii.
Think, O my soul, what love to thee
'Twas here the Lord of Life appear’d,
When on the cross he bled and died,
Such pangs to bear, O what could move?
O love of unexampled kind,
“ He is risen as he said."---Matt. xxviij.
Most glorious Lord of Life, that on this day
And, conquering the grave, didst bring away
And grant that we, for whom thou then didst die, Being with thy dear blood clean wash'd from sin,
May live for ever in felicity:
And that thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love thee for the same again ;
And for thy sake, who all like dear didst buy,
So let us love, dear Lord, like as we ought,
“ After the Lord had spoken unto them, he was received up
into heaven.".--Mark xvi.
Our Saviour is gone up on high;
Dragg'd from the portals of the sky.