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XXII.

CHINA. L. M. Psalm lxxii.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His power extend from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
People and realms of ev'ry tongue
To him shall raise the grateful song;
And Jews with Gentiles shall proclaim
The glories of Immanuel's name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns ;
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains :
The weary find eternal rest;
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let ev'ry creature rise and bring
The noblest honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again;
And heaven and earth repeat the strain.

XXIII.
BANGOR. L. M.

Matt. ii.
LO, in the east appears a star,
In eastern skies unseen before ;
And ancient sages from afar
Hasten the myst'ry to explore.
They came, they saw, and they ador'd;
Each costly treasure they unfold,
And offer to their infant Lord
Their myrrh, their frankincense, and gold.
That star to us its light imparts;
May we its guiding rays pursue,
And with the homage of our hearts
To Jesus come, and worship too.
Light of the world, O Saviour, rise ;
Nor cease to shed thy cheering ray,
Till o'er all lands beneath the skies
Thy glory shines in perfect day.

XXIV. CHESHUNT NEW. D. L. M. Psalm xxiv.

LO! Jesus rises from the dead,
Our Lord victorious mounts on high ;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
Ye everlasting doors give way.
Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the glittering scene :
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.
Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord, who all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew;
And Jesus is the conqu’ror's name.
Lo, his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay :
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates !
Ye everlasting doors give way!
Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord of glorious power possest,
The King of saints and angels too,

God over all, for ever blest.
XXV. DARWELL'S. P. M. Psalm lxxxiv.

LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,

Thy earthly temples are !
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.

O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear !
O happy men that pay

Their constant service there !
They praise thee still, and happy they
That love the way to Sion's hill.

They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears ;
Till each arrives at length,

Till each in heaven appears :
O glorious seat! thou God our King

Shall thither bring our willing feet.
XXVI. DEVIZES. C. m. Psalm cxix.

LORD, we have made thy word our choice,

Our lasting heritage;
Well may it ev'ry heart rejoice,

And all our powers engage.
We'll read the hist’ries of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sight,
While through thy promises we rove

With ever fresh delight.
'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
• Where springs of life arise ;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.
The best relief that mourners have,

It makes our sorrows blest;
And bids us look beyond the grave

For an eternal rest.
XXVII.

WARWICK. C. M. Psalm cxxxix.
LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,

They strike me with surprise ;
Not all the sands that spread the shore

To equal numbers rise.
My flesh with fear and wonder stands,

The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands

Thy thoughts of love reveal.
These on my heart by night I keep;

How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my sleep

Still find my thoughts with thee!

XXVIII. WARRINGTON. L. M. Psalm cxix.

MY heart's best portion, Lord, art thou;
To thee my thoughts obedience vow;
Thy faithful hand each woe I feel
Inflicts,—and wounds me but to heal.
Low in the dust my soul is laid,
O reach me, Lord, thy promis'd aid ;
Let thy good Spirit to my heart
His life-sustaining pow'r impart.
Behold me, absent from my home,
Through life's wild maze a pilgrim roam ;
Friend of the helpless ! near me stand,
And save me from th’ oppressor's hand.
Thy counsels on my thought imprest,
Shall sooth to peace my troubled breast;
These, Lord, I'll keep, and fix'd, decree
To shun each path that leads from thee.

XXIX. MARTYRDOM. c. M. 2 Tim. iv. 6—8.
MY race is run, my warfare's o’er,

The solemn hour is nigh,
When offer'd up to God, my soul

Shall wing its flight on high.
With heavenly weapons I have fought

The battles of the Lord;
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,

Depending on his word.
Henceforth there is laid up for me

A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day

Shall place it on my head.
Nor hath the Sovereign Lord decreed

This prize for me alone;
But for all such as love like me

Th' appearance of his Son.

XXX. FORDHAM. c. M. Psalm lxxi.

MY Saviour, my almighty Friend,

When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace?
Thou art my everlasting trust;

Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew thy graces first,

I speak thy glories more.
My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy strength,

To see my father God.
Awake, awake, my tuneful pow’rs !

With this delightful song
I'll entertain the darkest hours,

Nor think the season long.

XXXI. OXFORD. C. M. Psalm lxxxiv.
MY soul, how lovely is the place

To which thy God resorts !
'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face,

Though in his earthly courts.
There, the great Monarch of the skies

His saving pow'r displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes

With kind and quick’ning rays.
With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove

Descends and fills the place;
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,

And sheds abroad his grace.
Here, mighty God, thy words declare

The secrets of thy will;
And still we'll seek thy mercy here,

And sing thy praises still.

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