Shall we, to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Hath learn'd Messiah's name.
4. Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll;
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:-
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign!

CLXXX.

MIRIAM'S SONG.

(From Moore's Sacred Melodies.) See Exod. xv. 20. 21.

1. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea:

Jehovah has triumph'd, his people are free!

Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken; His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave:

How vain was their boasting!—the Lord hath but spoken,

And chariots and horsemen are sunk in

the wave.

2. Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord: His word was our arrow, His breath was our Sword!

Who shall return to tell Egypt the story
Of those she sent out in the hour of her pride?
For the Lord hath look'd out from His
pillar of glory,*

And all her brave thousands are dash'd in
the tide !

CLXXXI.

DESIRE OF HEAVEN.
(By Kelly.)

1. O, HAD I the wings of a dove,
I would make my escape and be gone ;
Would mix with the spirits above
Who encompass yon heavenly throne:
They are far from all danger and fear,
While remembrance enhances their joys;
As the storm, when escaped, will endear
The retreat that the haven supplies.

* See Exod. xiv. 24.

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But

2. But why do I wish to be gone?
Do I want from all danger to flee;
And shall I do nothing for One
Who was once such a sufferer for me?
Oh, Lord, let me think of the day
When thou wast' rejected of men ;'
And put the base wish far away,
Nor ever be fearful again!

3. Nor less my perverseness forgive,
That, when ease and prosperity come,
Thy servant is willing to live,
And his exile prefers to his home:
Ah, Lord, what a creature am I !
Sure nothing can heighten my guilt:
Forgive me, forgive me, I cry,
And make me whatever thou wilt!

CLXXXII.

THE HOUSE OF WOE.

(Eccles. vii. 2-6.) Music: as 20th Ps. Mel. Sac.
1. WHILE others crowd the house of mirth,
And haunt the gaudy show,

Let such as would with Wisdom dwell,
Frequent the house of woe.

Better to weep with those who weep,
And share the afflicted's smart,

Than mix with fools in giddy joys

That cheat and wound the heart.

2. When virtuous sorrow clouds the face,
And tears bedim the eye,
The soul is led to solemn thought,
And wafted to the sky.

The wise in heart revisit oft
Grief's dark sequester'd cell:
The thoughtless still with levity
And mirth delight to dwell.

CLXXXIII.

THE CROSS.

(By Newton.) Music, as 10th Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. IN evil long I took delight Unaw'd by shame or fear;

Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2. I saw One hanging on a tree
In agonies and blood,

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me
As near His cross I stood.

3. Never until my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with His death,

Though not a word he spoke.

4. My conscience felt, and own'd my guilt,
And plunged me in despair:
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail Him there.

5. Alas, I knew not what I did:
But now my tears are vain!
Where can my trembling soul be hid;
For I the Lord have slain ?

6. Another look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive:

My blood is for thy ransom shed,
"I die, that thou mayest live!"

7. With pleasing grief, with mournful joy My spirit now is fill'd;

That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live through Him I kill'd!

CLXXXIV.

THE CHRISTIAN'S DEATH.

By Cowper, (Music, Uriel.)

1. O, MOST delightful hour by man Experienced here below;