Which scatters blessings from its wings 5 Jesus, the friend of human kind, Behold, the tomb its prey restores ! 6 And while his conquering chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies, Broken, beneath his powerful cross, 1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page, It gives a light to every age; 2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 3 Let endless thanks, O God! be thine, As makes a world of darkness shine 1 ALL-HAIL the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget 4 Let every kindred, every tribe 5 O, that with yonder sacred throng, We'll join the everlasting song, 1 ALMIGHTY maker of my frame, And spend the remnant to thy praise. How vain are all his hopes and fears! 3 Vain his ambition, noise and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind: 4 O, be a heavenly portion mine! My God, I bow before thy throne; 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause,- 2 Must I be carried to the skies While others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, 1 AND must this body die? WATTS. This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine 2 Corruption, earth, and worms Till my triumphant spirit comes, 3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine; 5 These lively hopes we owe 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 9. L. M. COLLYER'S COLL. 1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gone: Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 2 Another fleeting day is gone, Swept from the records of the year; 3 Another fleeting day is gone, 4 Another fleeting day is gone ; But soon a fairer day shall rise,- Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies. 5 Another fleeting day is gone; In solemn silence rest, my soul; 1 ANOTHER Six days' work is done, Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies; And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 3 This heavenly calm within the breast, 4 In holy duties let the day, 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 2 Lord! I my vows to thee renew: 3 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, |