O THOU THAT HEAREST PRAYER!-Psalm lxv. 2. [MONTGOMERY.j THOU, God, art a consuming fire; Yet mortals may find grace, And angel-choirs, with one accord, Though earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne, Thy way amidst the sea; Thy path deep floods, thy steps unknown, Thy counsels mystery ; Yet wilt Thou look on him who lies A suppliant at thy feet; And hearken to the feeblest cries That reach the mercy-seat. Between the cherubim of old, But God, through Christ, we now ?e«iš Through Him who all our sickness felt, Through Him in whom thy fulness dwelt, Touch'd with a feeling of our woes, Jesus, our High-Priest stands: All our infirmities He knows · Our souls are in his hands. He bears them up with strength divine, Lord, cause thy face on us to some, THE LATTER DAYS' GLORY.-Isa. ii. 2-6 [LOGAN.] BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lod On mountain tops, above the hills, To this the joyful nations round, The beam that shines from Zion hill The King who reigns in Salem's towers Among the nations He shall judge; No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds No longer hosts encountering hosts, Come then, O house of Jacob! cou And, walking in the light of God, EFFECTS OF THE GOSPEL.--Isa. lv. 10. Array'd in beauteous green, The harvest bows Its golden ears, Of future years. So,' saith the God of grace, The purpose I intend; Shall feel its power, Joy shall begin your march, And peace protect your ways, While all the mountains round eno melodious praise; ine vocal groves Shall sing the God, And every tree, Consenting, nod.” 413 THE PILGRIM'S SONG-Isa. xxxv. 8-10, SING, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing; See the fair way his hand hath made, No ravening lion shall destroy, There garlands of immortal joy, Proceed in your Redeemer's strength, ANSWERS TO PRAYER.-Isa. Ixv. 24. [c. WESLEY.] OFT hast Thou, Lord, in tender love, Prevented my request, And sent thy Spirit from above, Oft when my prayer was scarce begun, And make thy pardoring mercy known. Why this profusion of thy grace On such a worm as me? Explain the mystery. How canst Thou to a sinner's cry Incline thy pitying ear? Thou hear'st mine Advocate on high, A DOOR OF HOPE OPENED.--Hos. ii. 15. AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name, Whose mercies never fail ; Who opens wide a door of hope Behold the portal wide display'd, The buildings strong and fair; Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste, Nor fear the serpent's wily arts, O may thy grace the nations lead, All travelling through one beauteous gate |