2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards,
Bear them all the world around;
Let the myriads thronging downwards
Hear the sweet and blissful sound,
And, obeying,

In the paths of peace be found.

3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly,
Round it live, and round it die;
Young and old defend it sternly,
Till we gain the victory,

And all nations

Hail the happy Jubilee.*

977 (934) Praise for the increase of temperance. L. M.

1

WE

E praise thee, Lord, if but one soul, While the past year prolong'd its flight, Turn'd shudd'ring from the pois'nous bowl, To health and liberty and light.

2 We praise thee-if one clouded home,
Where broken hearts despairing pin'd,
Beheld the sire and husband come,
Erect, and in his perfect mind.

3 No more a weeping wife to mock,
Till all her hopes in anguish end-
No more the trembling mind to shock,
And sink the father in the fiend.
4 Still give us grace, Almighty King,
Unwav'ring at our posts to stand;
Till grateful at thy shrine we bring
The tribute of a ransom'd land.

978 (937)

1

FOR BIBLE SOCIETIES.

Value of the Bible.

O, Holy Book! thou word divine

G%

L. M.

Of him who spake as ne'er man spake;

Go, for Omnipotence is thine,

And to thy truths the nations wake.

2 Go and wherever man has trod,

Where there is one for whom Christ died, Open the treasures of our God,

And tell them of the Crucified.

3 Fly-fly on wing of angel speed,
And bear the news of dying grace,
Say, Jesus is the Christ indeed,

And ransom'd ALL the human race.

4 The veil of ignorance shall rend,

And light shall pass through error's night,
And idols of the earth shall bend
Beneath the glory of thy might.

5 Onward in thy triumphant way,
Thou message of the Holy One,
Thy truth shall usher in the day,
The reign of God's beloved Son.

979*

1

Power of God's word.

BEHOLD, the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!

And all thy judgments just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

S. M.

980*

L. M.

The value of the sacred writings.
HIS world that we so highly prize,
And seek so eagerly its smile-

1 THIS

What is it?-vanity and lies

A broken cistern all the while.

2 Pleasure with her delightful song,

That charms th' unwary to beguile-
What is it?-the deceiver's tongue-
A broken cistern all the while.

3 Riches, that so absorb the mind

In anxious care and ceaseless toil-
What are they?-faithless as the wind-
A broken cistern all the while.

4 Yes-all are broken cisterns, Lord!
To those that wander far from thee:
The living stream is in thy word,
Thou Fount of immortality.

981 (939)

1

THIS

DEATH.

Death of the righteous.

HIS place is holy ground;
World, with thy cares away;
Silence and darkness reign around,
But soon the break of day-
The resurrection dawn appears,
To shine upon this scene of tears.

2 Behold the bed of death,

This pale and lovely clay?
Heard ye the sob of parting breath?
Mark'd ye the eye's last ray?
No! life so sweetly ceas'd to be,
It laps'd in immortality.

3 Could tears revive the dead,

Rivers would swell our eyes;

P. M.

Could sighs recall the spirit fled,
We would not quench our sighs
Till love illum'd this altered mien,
And all th' embodied soul were seen.

4 Bury the dead, and weep

In stillness o'er the lost;

Bury the dead; in Christ they sleep,
Who bore on earth his cross.

Soon from the grave the dust shall rise
In his own image to the skies.

982*

1

WHO

Hope in death.

9s & 8s. P. M.

HO knows how near my life's expended? Time flies, and death is hasting on: How soon, my term of trial ended,

May heave my last expiring groan!
For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail,
With me, O God, may all be well!

2 My many sins!-O veil them over
With merits of thy dying Son!
I here thy richest grace discover,-
Here find I peace, and here alone:
And, for his sake, when flesh shall fail,
With me, O God, may it be well!

3 His bleeding wounds give me assurance
That thy free mercy will abide;
Here strength I find for death's endurance,
And hope for all I need beside:
For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail,
With me, O God, may it be well!

4 Nothing from Christ my soul shall sever, Nor life, nor death;-things high, nor low: I take him as my Lord for ever,

My future trust, as he is now:

And for his sake, when flesh shall fail,
With me, O God, may it be well.

983*

1

SOON, in the grave my flesh shall rest,
My soul from earth remove,

And, in the Savior's glory dress'd,
Shall reach the home I love ;-

2 My friends-the whole celestial choir;
My ev'ry feeling-joy;

To honor God-my one desire;
His praise-my one employ.

3 Nor would I wait till angel-host
Shall teach their song to raise :
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
I'll here begin my praise.

4 Now to our God, the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, sing!

With praise to God, the three in one,
Let all creation ring!

984+ Interment of a pious young female. 8s & 7s.

1

SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely,

Gentle as the summer breeze,

Pleasant as the air of ev'ning,

When it floats among the trees.

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber-
Peaceful in the grave so low:
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us:
He can all our sorrows heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.