312. H. M. Doddridge.
The Wilderness Transformed. Is. 41:18, 19.
1Amazing, beauteous change!
A world created new!
My thoughts with transport range,
The lovely scene to view:
In all I trace,
The work is thine;
Saviour divine,
Be thine the praise!
2See crystal fountains play
Amidst the burning sands;
The river's winding way
Shines through the thirsty lands;
New grass is seen,
Its carpet spreads
And o'er the meads
Of living green.
3Where pointed brambles grew,
Entwined with horrid thorn,
Gay flowers, forever new,
The painted fields adorn;
The blushing rose,
In union fair,
And lily there,
Their sweets disclose.
4The tyrants of the plain
Their savage chase give o'er;
No more they rend the slain.
And thirst for blood no more;
But infant hands
And lions yoke
Fierce tigers stroke,
In flowery bands.
5O, when, Almighty Lord,
Shall these glad scenes arise,
To verify thy word,
And bless our wondering eyes?
That earth may raise,
United songs
With all its tongues,
Of ardent praise.
313. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. J. Taylor.
The Gospel Triumphant.
1Still in shades of midnight darkness
Abject sits the Pagan world;
There the banner of salvation
Ne'er hath been by time unfurled;
Nor their idols
From their blood-stained altars hurled.
2Yet the promise stands securely,
And Messiah's reign shall spread;
Not in vain his glorious conquest;
Not in vain the Saviour bled.
Chief immortal!
God's own hand hath crowned thy head.
3To this blessed dispensation
Millions yet unborn shall fly;
See the rising splendor beaming
Till it gilds the western sky.
Glorious Gospel!
Still thy triumphs multiply.