9:2 ZEPHYR. L. M. 1. LET ev-er-last-ing glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord ; 88 Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the bless-ings in thy word. [H. 134. 3. Amidst temptations sharp and long, LE 2. In vain the trembling conscience seeks 3. How well thy blessed truths agree! 4. Should all the forms that men devise 2. The pains, the groans and dying strife, 3. O! if my Lord would come and meet, 4. Jesus can make a dying bed 40 ANDREA. C. M. Melody of the Reformers. 1. BLEST morning, whose first dawning light Be - held our ris That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his last a - bode. 5. Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King; 3. Lift up the everlasting gates, 4. Here shall you taste unmingled joys 5. Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, And banish all your fears: Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years. Sel. 101. (Stanzas 4, 5, 6 omitted.) [Ps. 47. ! FOR a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign King! Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, Let every land their tongues employ, With glad hosannas ring. And hymns of triumph sing. 2. Jesus, our God, ascends on high; 3. While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth his honors sing; O'er all the earth he reigns. Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n should hear. Sel. 102. (Stanza 1 in Music.) [H. 335. 3. Thy wonders to thy servants show, 2. Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 3. All my capacious powers can wish, 4. Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 5. I'll speak the honors of thy name, With my last, laboring breath; Then speechless clasp thee in mine Sel. 106. BEGIN [H. 9. EGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme, And speak some boundless thing, The mighty works, or mightier name, Of our eternal King. 2. Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 3. Proclaim "Salvation from the Lord, 4. His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; O might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, "Thou art mine!" Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine. 6. How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice, Sel. 107. (Stanzas 4-6 omitted.) [H. 656. JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, 2. When shall these eyes thy heavenbuilt walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3. O when, thou city of my God, 7. Jerusalem, my happy home, AVON. C. M. Scottish. 43 1. THOU, whose ten - der mercy hears Con-tri- tion's hum-ble sigh, Whose hand, in - dul- gent, wipes the tears From sor - row's weep-ing eye. (Stanzas 5, 6 omitted.) [H. 121. 4. The Lord has promised good to me, Sel. 110. [H. 315. (Stanzas 2, 3 omitted.) HEN any turn from Sion's way, Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 4. Beyond a doubt, I rest assured, AMAZING grace! how sweet the 5. No voice but thine can give me rest, sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, 2. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to And bid my fears depart; No love but thine can make me blest, 6. What anguish has this question stirr'd, |