O THOU THAT HEAREST PRAYER!-Psalm lxv. 2.

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THOU, God, art a consuming fire;

Yet mortals may find grace,
From toil and tumult to retire,
And meet Thee face to face.
Though Holy, holy, holy Lord!'
Seraph to seraph sings;

And angel-choirs, with one accord,
Worship, with veiling wings;—

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,
Thy glory was express'd;

But God, through Christ, we now ?e«iš
In flesh made manifest.

Through Him who all our sickness felt,
Who all our sorrows bare;

Through Him in whom thy fulness dwelt,
We offer up our prayer.

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,
When at thy feet we fall:

Lord, cause thy face on us to some,
Hear us on Thee we cali.

THE LATTER DAYS' GLORY.-Isa. ii. 2-6

[LOGAN.]

BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lod
In latter days shall rise

On mountain tops, above the hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.

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

The beam that shines from Zion hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.

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

No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
Disturb those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

No longer hosts encountering hosts,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

Come then, O house of Jacob! cou
To worship at his shrine;

And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.

EFFECTS OF THE GOSPEL.--Isa. lv. 10.

Array'd in beauteous green,
se hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast is fed
By Providence divine;

The harvest bows

Its golden ears,
The copious seed

Of future years.

So,' saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect

The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls

Shall feel its power,
And bear it down
To millions more.

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.”

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THE PILGRIM'S SONG-Isa. xxxv. 8-10,

SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your king.

See the fair way his hand hath made,
How peaceful and how plain:
The simplest traveller shall not err,
Nor seek the road in vain.

No ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Safety, support, and heavenly joy,
Through all the way are found.
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Along the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount ye rise,
And city of your God.

There garlands of immortal joy,
Shall bloom on every head;
While pain, and sorrow, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

Proceed in your Redeemer's strength,
Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eyes,
While you ascend the hill.

ANSWERS TO PRAYER.-Isa. Ixv. 24.

[c. WESLEY.]

OFT hast Thou, Lord, in tender love,

Prevented my request,

And sent thy Spirit from above,
An unexpected guest:

Oft when my prayer was scarce begun,
Thou didst thy grace impart,

And make thy pardoring mercy known.
And seal it on my heart.

Why this profusion of thy grace

On such a worm as me?
Father, I ask, in fix'd amaze,

Explain the mystery.

How canst Thou to a sinner's cry

Incline thy pitying ear?

Thou hear'st mine Advocate on high,
And wilt for ever hear.

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
In Achor's gloomy vale.

Behold the portal wide display'd,

The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;

Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

O may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,

All travelling through one beauteous gate
To one eternal home.