9 0, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of wo and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God.

HYMN 51,

1 AS o'er the past my mem'ry strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh?
"Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepar'd to dic,

2 The world and worldly things belov'd
My anxious thoughts employ'd;
And time unhallow'd, unimprov'd,
Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair

Chase from my lab'ring breast;

Thy grace it is which prompts the pray'r,
That grace can do the rest.

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine!
And when thy sure decree
Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
O speed my soul to Thee,

EPIPHANY.

(C. M.)

Isaiah lii. 7-10.

1 HOW beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill;

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet their tidings are!
66 Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
"He reigns and triumphs here."

3 How happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found.

4 How blessed are our eyes

That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight.

5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy,

6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God,

HYMN 53.

Isaiah 1x. &c.

(II. 5.)

1 RISE, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes!
See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
While ev'ry land its joyous tribute brings!

4 The seas shali waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

HYMN 54.

Psalm 1xxii.

1 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son;
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 He comes with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong,

To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight.

8. He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth:

(IL 6.)

Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

4 To him shall pray'r unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is Love.

HYMN 55.

C. M.)

Isaiah ii. 2-5.

1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God
In latter days shall rise,

Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they'll say,
And to his house we'll go.

3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs
Shall all the world command,

4 Among the nations he shall judge,
His judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And crush the sinner's pride.

5 For peaceful implements shall men
Exchange their swords and spears,
Nor shall they study war again
Throughout those happy years.

6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.

LENT.

HYMN 56.

(III. 1.)

Litany.

1 SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;

O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness:
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

3 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of pray'r,
By the purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn;
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

1 MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And all my purest joys forego?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

HYMN 58.

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

(C. M.)

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

60 keep me in thy heav'nly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never, stray
From happiness and thee.

HYMN 59.

1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O, take the wand'rer home.

8 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wond'rous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

HYMN 60.

10 THOU, to whose all searching sight The darkness shineth as the light,

(C. M.)

(L. M.)