Till dawns the bright, illustrious day,
When death itself shall die away,

Soon, &c. 3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,

When Christ his risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day.

Šoon, &c. 4 When Jesus we in glory meet,

Our utmost joys shall be complete;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more.

Soon, &c. 5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,

And this delightful scene display,
When all thy saints from death shall rise,
Raptur’d in bliss beyond the skies.

Soon, &c.

591. C.M.-Comfort under the loss of christian friends. 1 Thess. iv. 13—18. 1 TAKE comfort, Christians, when your friends

In Jesus fall asleep ;
Their better being never ends ;

Why then dejected weep? 2 Why inconsolable as those

To whom no hope is given ?
Death is the messenger

of

peace,
And calls the soul to heaven.
3 As Jesus died and rose again

Victorious from the dead;
So his disciples rise, and reign

With their triumphant Head. 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds

Christ shall with shouts descend,
And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.

5 Then they who lived shall changed be,

And they who sleep shall wake;
The
grave

shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundations shake. 6 The saints of God from death set free,

With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly hosts, with praises loud

Shall meet them in the sky.
7 Together to their Father's house

With joyful steps they go;
And dwell for ever with the Lord,

Beyond the reach of woe.
8 A few short years of evil past,

We reach the happy shore, Where death-divided friends at last

Shall meet, to part no more.

MISCELLANIES.

594.

S. M.-The gospel. i BEHOLD the sun how bright,

From yonder east he springs, As if the soul of life and light

Were breathing from his wings. 2 So bright the gospel broke

Upon the souls of men;
So fresh the dreaming world awoke

In truth's full radiance then! 3 Before yon sun arose,

Stars cluster'd through the sky-
But oh, how dim, how pale were those,

To his one burning eye!
4 So truth lent many a ray,

To bless the pagan's sight-
But, Lord, how weak, how cold were they,

To thy one glorious light.

595,

S. M.-Psalm Ixvii.
1 TH' Almighty Lord give grace,

And shower his blessing down,
And show the brightness of his face,
Our

prayer and hope to crown. 2 That earth may know thy ways,

Thy saving light be pour'd
O'er every realm: let nations praise,

All nations praise thee, Lord.
3 All tribes, with all their might,

Sing out for joy and mirth,
For thou wilt judge the realms aright,

And guide the tribes on earth. 4 Let nations name thee, Lord,

Thy name all nations fill,-
Lo! the rich earth her bounteous hoard

Hath open'd at our will.
5 The Lord, even he we call

Our own true God, is near
To bless us: He will bless us, and all
The ends of earth shall fear.

596.

8.7. 4.-Psalm xciii.
1 GOD the Lord a King remaineth,

Rob’d in his own glorious light,
God hath rob’d him, and he reigneth,
He hath girded him with might:

Hallelujah!
God is King in depth and height.
2 In her everlasting station

Earth is pois'd to swerve no more ;
Thou hast laid thy throne's foundation
From all time where thought can soar.

Hallelujah?
Lord, Thou art for evermore,

3 Lord, the water-floods have lifted,

Ocean-floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drifted,
Now they burst upon the shore.

Hallelujah!
For the ocean's sounding store.
4 With all tones of water blending,

Glorious is the breaking deep;
Glorious, beauteous, without ending,
God who reigns on heaven's high steep.

Hallelujah!
Songs of ocean never sleep.
5 Lord, the words thy lips are telling,

Are the perfect verity ;
Of thine high eternal dwelling,
Holiness shall inmate be.

Hallelujah!
Pure is all that lives with Thee.

597.

75.-Psalm xcvi.
1 SING the song unheard before,

Sing the God whom we adore ;
Sing, all earth, unto the Lord,

Praise His Name and bless His Word. 2 Tidings tell from day to day,

Of His high and saving way;
Shew all lands His glorious light,

Heathens all, His deeds of might. 3 Tell them God is great always,

Prais’d, and high above all praise :
Thrond in awful majesty,

Far above all gods is He.
4 Heathen gods—frail gods are they,

Heaven He made, whom we obey;
Grace and honour round Him shine,

Power and splendour in His shrine. 5 Households of the realms abroad,

Bring ye to the Lord our God :

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Bring ye to the Lord aright,

Glory and eternal might.
6 To the Lord whom we proclaim,

Bring the glory of His name;
With the unbloody offering come,

Enter in the holiest room.
7 Own the Lord with prostrate heart,

In his beauty high apart;
Shrink all earth before his face,

Speak to every realm and race. 8 Tell it out, “ JEHOVAH reigns :

“ Fix'd and sure the world remains ;
“Fix'd and leaning on His hand,

“Righteous Judge of every land.” 9 Heaven is bright with bliss and mirth,

Springs for joy the solid earth;
Ocean, with his thundering tones,

Through his worlds the rapture owns. 10 Field exults and meadow fair,

With each bud and blossom there ;
In the lonely woodlands now

Chants aloud each rustling bough,
11 Chants before th' all-judging Lord :-

See, He comes, He comes ador'd ;
Comes to judge the world aright,
Nations by His own true light.

598.

148th M.–Psalm cxvi.
1 HOW dear to me the bliss,

That God my voice should hear!
I ask'd him not amiss,

For he hath bow'd his ear,
And I have sworn, through all my days,

To seek his aid, and sing his praise. 2 Around me, in the gloom,

Were bound the cords of death,
The langours of the tomb

Had chain’d my weary breath;