The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne;
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign.

6 Let endless honours crown his head:
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescension of his love.

Consolation of Israel. Isa. xlix. 13. xl. 1, 2. Luke ii. 25, 26.

1 COME, thou long expected Jesus,

Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee;
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

2 Born thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a king;

Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.

24.

Seeker and Saviour of the Lost.

S. M.

Luke xix. 10. Ezek. xxxiv.

11, 12, 15, 16.

1 JESUS, 'tis thine to seek,
"Tis thine to save by grace,
The ruin'd, wand'ring, lost, undone,
Of Adam's guilty race.

2 No height, nor depth of sin,
Of wretchedness, or woe,
Precluded, Lord, thy boundless love,
To helpless man below.

3 Deep as our depths of guilt,
Didst thou, O Christ, descend;
And lo, the prodigal is found,
Of his Almighty Friend.

4 Come, grateful sinners come,
The Seeker, Saviour, laud;

For ever bless his gracious name;
And praise the loving God.

Desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7. Job xiv. 15. Isa. xxvi. §.

1 INFINITE excellence is thine,

Thou lovely Prince of grace; Thine uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet:

To Thee their prayers and vows ascend,
In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;
Sweetly the sacred odour's spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live
On thine exhaustless store:

From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still Thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph, and their joy; They find their all in Thee :

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

Our lives blessed by Divine Goodness.

1 AGAIN the cheerful beams of day,
Shine to salute our eyes;
Our souls again their tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.

2 Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.

3 Yet mighty God, our fleeting days,
Thy lasting favours share;

And with the bounties of thy grace
Thou crown'st the rolling year.

4 Thy goodness runs an endless round; All glory to the Lord:

Thy mercy never knows a bound,
And be thy name ador'd.

5 Thus we begin the lasting song;
And when our days are o'er,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time shall be no more.

The Christian Sabbath.

1 AGAIN our weekly labours end,
And we the sabbath's call attend:
Improve, my soul! the sacred rest,
And learn for ever to be blest.

2 This day may our devotions rise,
As grateful incense to the skies;
May heaven that peace divine bestow,
Which none but they who feel it, know.

3 This holy calm within the breast,
Points us to that eternal rest

Which for the sons of God remains ;
The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past,
By hope, we future mercies taste.

5 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:

How sweet this sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of that which ne'er shall end!

Fairer than the sons of men. Psa. xlv. 2; lxxxix. 6. 1 Chron. xvi. 24, 25, 26.

1 ETERNAL Excellence!

Thy worms would fain declare,
In the divinest sense,

How Thou art heavenly fair:
O, Prince Messiah! thou art seen
The fairest of the sons of men.

2 Jesus, thy beauties shine Bright, infinitely bright; Both human and divine,

In thee, O Lamb, unite! Whate'er in heaven or earth we see As beautiful, are types of thee.

3 The sun, the moon, the stars, With all the thrones above, Thine excellence declare,

Thy beauty, power, and love: All worlds before thy throne we see, A sea of glass reflecting Thee.

4 Man in his first estate,

Most wonderfully form'd:
With beauty's powers replete,
With holiness adorn'd,

From every spot and blemish free,
Was but a figure, Lord, of thee.

5 As blood of goats and lambs,
Is to thy blood divine
Or, as their altar's flames,
Dear Jesus, are to thine:

So Adam's purity appears;
To Thine no more proportion bears.