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206. 11s. M. DRUMMOND.

Prepare ye the Way of the Lord. 1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill;

The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way!
T'he word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of


2 Bring down the proud mountain, though tow

ering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high : The rough path and crooked be made smooth

and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume;

The lone dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches



Christ's Coming foretold.
1 BEHOLD my servant; see him rise

Exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him

I place supreme delight.
2 On him, in rich effusion poured,

My Spirit shall descend;
My truths and judgment he shall show

To earth's remotest end.

3 Gentle and still shall be his voice;

No threats from him proceed; The smoking flax shall he not quench,

Nor break the bruised reed. 4 The feeble spark to flames he 'll raise;

The weak will not despise ; Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,

And make the fallen rise.
5 The progress of his zeal and power

Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles

Receive the law divine.

C. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. The Day-Spring from on High. Ps. 130. 1 Great God, wert thou extreme to mark

The deeds we do amiss,
Before thy presence who could stand,

Who claim thy promised bliss ?
But oh ! all merciful and just,

Thy love surpasseth thought;
A gracious Saviour has appeared,

And peace and pardon brought.
2 Thy servants in the temple watched

The dawning of the day,
Impatient with its earliest beams

Their holy vows to pay;
And chosen saints far off beheld

That great and glorious morn,
When the glad day-spring from on high

Auspiciously should dawn.

3 On us the Sun of Righteousness

Its brightest beams hath poured ;
With grateful hearts and holy zeal,

Lord, be thy love adored ;
And let us look with joyful hope

To that more glorious day,
Before whose brightness, sin and death,

And grief, shall flee away.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE. Christ's Message. 1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes !

The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,

voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray;
And on the eye-balls of the blind

To pour celestial day.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasure of his grace

Enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring

With the beloved name.

210. C. M.

The Messiah's Coming and Kingdom. Ps. 98.
1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King ;
Let every heart prepare him room,

And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns !

Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow

As far as sin is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness,

And wonders of his love.

211. S. M. NEEDHAM.

Christ the Light of the World. 1 BEHOLD the Prince of Peace !

The chosen of the Lord,
God's well-beloved Son, fulfils

The sure prophetic word. 2 No royal pomp adorns

This King of Righteousness :
Meekness and patience, truth and love
Compose his princely dress.

3 The Spirit of the Lord,

In rich abundance shed,
On this great prophet gently lights,

And rests upon his head. 4 Jesus, the light of men !

His doctrine life imparts;
O may we feel its quickening power

To warm and glad our hearts ! 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls

Shall run the heavenly way: The path which Christ has marked and trod,

Will lead to endless day.


212. L. M. Bp. HEBER.

The Last Advent of Christ. 1 The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And, withering, from the vault of night

The stars withdraw their feeble light.
2 The Lord will come ! but not the same

As once in lowly form he came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,

With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,

Anointed Judge of human kind!
4 Can this be he who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's high way;
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride ?
Oh God! is this the crucified ?

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