2 As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace, on fainting souls, distils,
Like heav'nly dew, on thirsty hills.
3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
4 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless pray'r be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of ev'ry 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 joyful pris'ner bursts his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our king;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.

Rejoicing in View of God's Universal Reign.

1 LET all the earth their voices raise,

To sing a psalm of lofty praise,

To sing and bless Jehovah's name;

His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his saving works proclaim.

2 Oh! haste the day-the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving pow'r,

And barb'rous nations fear his name: Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness,

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And in his courts his grace proclaim.

HYMN. S. M.

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The house of thine abode,

The church, our blest Redeemer sav'd With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4, Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heav'nly ways,

Her sweet communion-solemn vows Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our Saviour, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliv'rance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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HYMN. C. M.

Christ crowned as Lord of all.

1 ALL hail, the great Immanuel's name!

Let angels prostrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call;

Praise him who shed for you his blood,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let ev'ry kindred-ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall;

And join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

2 All ye nations, join and sing,
"Christ, of lords and kings is King!"
Let it sound from shore to shore,
Jesus reigns for evermore!

3 Now the desert lands rejoice,
And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings,
"Jesus is the King of kings."

Exhortation to Universal Praise.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through ev'ry land-by ev'ry tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

1 NOW in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God:

Behold the months come hast'ning on, When you shall say "My joys are gone."

2 Behold, the aged sinner goes,

Oppress'd with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.

3 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agony of pain,
Ascends to God-not there to dwell,
But hears her doom-and sinks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know how frail I am:

And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.

Youth admonished to remember their Creator.

1 CHILDREN, to your Creator, God,
Your early honours pay;
While vanity and youthful blood

Would tempt your thoughts astray.

2 Be wise-and make his favour sure, Before the mournful day,

When youth and mirth are known no more,
And life and strength decay.

3 The mem'ry of his mighty name
Demands your first regard;
Nor dare indulge a meaner flame,
Till you have lov'd the Lord.

1 WHILE in the tender years of youth,
In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb;-

2 Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy pow'rs employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy portion, and thy joy.

3 He shall defend and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,

Till thou art landed on the shore
Of blest eternity.

The Young asking for Divine Guidance.

1 FROM earliest dawn of life,

Thy goodness we have shared;

And still we live to sing thy praise,
By sov'reign mercy spared.

2 To learn and do thy will,

O Lord, our hearts incline;

And o'er the paths of future life
Command thy light to shine.