The Death of Martyrs.
1 FLUNG to the heedless winds, Or on the waters cast, Their ashes shall be watched, And gathered at the last; And from that scattered dust, Around us and abroad, Shall spring a plenteous seed Of witnesses for God.
2 The Father hath received Their latest living breath; Yet vain is Satan's boast, Of victory in their death: Still, still, though dead, they speak, And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim To many a wakening land
The one availing name.
The morning light is breaking.
1 THE morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears, The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears: Each breeze that sweeps the ocean, Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war.
2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower, And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour; Each cry to Heaven going, Abundant answer brings, And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings.
3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy onward way, Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay; Stay not, till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home, Stay not, till all the holy, Proclaim the Lord has come.
1 IN each breeze that wanders free, And each flower that gems the sod, Living souls may hear and see, Freshly uttered words from God!
2 Had we but a searching mind, Seeking good where'er it springs, We should then true wisdom find, Hidden in familiar things!
3 God is present, and doth shine
Through each scene beneath the sky, Kindling, with a light divine,
Every form that meets the eye.
4 Nature with eternal youth Ever bursts upon the sight, All her works are types of truth! Mirrors of celestial light!
5 But the soul, when veiled in sin, And eclipsed with fear and doubt, From the darkened world within
Throws its shade on that without.
6 While to those, who, pure in heart, For the Truth their powers employ, She will constant good impart, And diffuse perpetual joy.
7 If the mind would Nature see, Let her cherish Virtue more; Goodness bears the golden key That unlocks her palace door!
"Unto you who believe he is precious."
1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, It calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And, to the weary, rest.
3 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought, But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
4 Till then I would thy love proclaim, With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.
1 O, LET your mingling voices rise, In grateful rapture, to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth; Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came, To bless the sons of earth.
2 He came to bid the weary rest, To heal the sinner's wounded breast, To bind the broken heart;
To spread the light of truth around, And to the world's remotest bound The heavenly gift impart.
3 He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave,
And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day.
4 Then let our mingling voices rise In grateful rapture to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth; Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came, To bless the sons of earth.
The Example of Christ and the Saints.
1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see
The saints above-how great their joy, And bright their glories be!
2 Once they were mourners here below,. And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.
4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his example given;
While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.
"Lovest thou me?" John xxi. 16. 1 HARK, my soul; it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour: hear his word: Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,- "Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
2 "I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right; Turned thy darkness into light.
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