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Psalm LXXII.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run ;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

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For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And princes throng to crown His Head ;
His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice ;

3 People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.

4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns;

The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Where He displays His healing power,

Death and the curse are known no more ;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.

6 Let every creature rise, and bring

Peculiar honours to our King ;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen! Amen.

1. Watts.


FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word

What endless glory shines !
For ever be Thy name adored

For these celestial lines :


Here the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around,
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

3 O may the heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight,
And still new beauties may we see,

And still increasing light.

4 Divine Instructor, glorious Lord,

Be Thou for ever near ;
Teach us to love Thy sacred Word,
And find the Saviour there. Amen.

A. Steele.



1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son,

Makes His eternal counsels known;
Here love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.


The prisoner here may break his chains;
The weary rest from all his pains;
The captive feel his bondage cease;
The mourner find the way of peace.

3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes

A brighter world beyond the skies;
Here shines the light which guides our way
From earth to realms of endless day.

4 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord,

To see Thy light, to know Thy word;
Its truths with meekness to receive,
And by its holy precepts live. Amen.

B. Beddome.


I ASLEEP in Jesus! blessèd sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep,
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes !

2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing
That death has lost his venomed sting!

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest,

Whose waking is supremely blest !
No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

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4 Asleep in Jesus !

May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high. Amen.




EARTH to earth, and dust to dust,
Lord, we own the sentence just;
Head and tongue, and hand and hearty
All in guilt have borne their part;
Righteous is the common doom,
All must moulder in the tomb.


Like the seed in spring-time sown,
Like the leaves in autumn strown,
Low these goodly frames must lie,
All our pomp and glory die ;
Soon the Spoiler seeks his prey,
Soon he bears us all away.

3 Yet the seed, upraised again,

Clothes with green the smiling plain ;
Onward as the seasons move,
Leaves and blossoms deck the grove;
And shall we forgotten lie,
Lost for ever, when we die ?

4 Lord, from nature's gloomy night

Turn we to the Gospel's light;
Thou didst triumph o'er the grave,
Thou wilt all Thy people save;
Ransomed by Thy Blood, the just
Rise immortal from the dust. Amen.

7. H. Gurney.




Dies ira! dies illa.
1 Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

See fulfilled the prophet's warning !
Heaven and earth to ashes burning !
O what fear the sinner rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,

On whose sentence all dependeth !
3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,

Through earth’s sepulchres it ringeth,

All before the Throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking,

All creation is awaking,

To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded,

Wherein all hath been recorded !

Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth,

And each hidden deed arraigneth,

Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading,

Who for me be interceding,

When the just are mercy needing ? 8 King of Majesty tremendous,

Who dost free Salvation send us,

Fount of pity, then befriend us ! 9 Think, kind Jesu, my salvation

Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation.

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