144. The New Year.

1 COME, let us anew

Our journey pursue,.

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear!

His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

2 Our life as a dream,

Our time as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone:
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here!

3 O that each in the day

Of his coming may say "I have fought my way thro', I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do!"

O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done! Enter intc my joy, and sit down on my throne."

145. Sounds Symphonious.

1 WHENCE those sounds symphonious?

Solemn, sweet, and rare,
Music most, harmonious,
Filling all the air:
Hark! tis angels singing,
Singing here on earth:
Joyful tidings bringing

Of the Savior's birth.

2 In that region yonder,

Where the angels sing,
Bursts of joy and wonder
Make the air to ring:
"Praise and adoration
Be to God above;
And to man, salvation,
Object of his love."

3 Now ye heavens, sing ye;
Earth, break forth and cry;
O ye mountains, ring ye
With the sound of joy;
For the Lord has done it:
His the victory,
His own arm has won it:
Israel shall be free.

146. The Fall of Idols.

1 HARK! the sounds of gladness From a distant shore; Like relief from sadness, Sadness, now no more: "Tis the Lord has done it, He has won the day,

His own arm has won it,
Joyful let us say.

2 Idols lately bow'd to,
Lie by all abhorr'd;
And the people crowd to
Temples of the Lord:
What a change! how glorious!
Lord, thine arm is strong,
Thou hast proved victorious,
Though the fight was long.

3 Long the foe resisted,

Loth to yield his prey;
Every power enlisted,
And maintain'd the day:
But his arm is shatter'd,
And the slaves are free;
All his force is scatter'd ;
Glory, Lord, to thee.

4 Hence those sounds of gladness
From a distant shore;
Then away with sadness,
And despond no more:
Ye who mourn with Zion,
And her welfare seek,
Think of Judah's lion,

Never faint nor weak.

5 When he wakes from slumber,
And puts on his might,
What is force or number
Match'd with him in fight?
When his foes assemble,
Hoping to prevail,

Soon the valiant tremble,
And the mighty fail.