APPENDIX.

ANTHEMS, CHORUSSES, &c.

1

ANTHEM. O. C. Col. p. 62.

1 ALMIGHTY God, when round thy shrine The palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine, Emblem of life's eternal day,

And love that fadeth not away;

2 We bless the flowers expanded all,
We bless the leaves that never fall,
And trembling say, in Eden thus
Thy tree of life will flower for us.

3 When round thy cherubs smiling calm, Without their flames, we wreathe the palm, O God, we feel that emblem true,

Thy mercy is eternal too.

4 Those cherubs, with their smiling eyes,
That crown of palm which never dies,
Are but the types of Thee above,
Eternal life, and peace, and love.

2

ANTHEM. O. C. p. 80.

1 THE sun that walks his airy way,
To light the world and give the day;
The moon that shines with borrow'd light,
The stars that gild the gloomy night :

2 The seas that roll unnumber'd waves,
The wood that spreads its shady leaves;
The field whose ears conceal the grain,
The yellow treasure of the plain :

3 The whole of these and all I see,
Ought to be sung, and sung by me;
They speak their Maker as they can,
But want and ask the tongue of man.

3

ANTHEM. O. C. Col. p. 73.

1 STRIKE the cymbal, roll the timbrel,
Let the trump of triumph sound!
Powerful slinging, headlong bringing
Proud Goliath to the ground.

2 From the river, rejecting quiver,
Judah's hero takes the stone.
Spread your banners, shout Hosannas!
Battle is the Lord's alone.

3 See advances, with songs and dances,
All the band of Israel's daughters;
Catch the sound, ye hills and waters!
Spread your banners, shout Hosannas!
Battle is the Lord's alone.

4 God of thunder, rend asunder
All the power Philistia boasts;
What are nations, what their stations?
Israel's God is Lord of Hosts.

5 What are haughty monarchs now?
Low before Jehovah bow.

Pride of princes, strength of kings,
To the dust, Jehovah brings.

Praise Him, exulting nations, praise! Hosanna!

ANTHEM. O. C. Col. p. 41.

GREAT God! what do I see and hear?
The end of things created! ́
The Judge of mankind does appear,
On clouds of glory seated.

The trumpet sounds! the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before,-
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.

5

ANTHEM. H. & H. Col. p. 143, vol. 2.

HOW excellent thy name, O Lord!
In all the world is known!

Above all heavens, O King ador'd,
How hast thou set thy glorious throne!

6

ANTHEM. H. & H. Col. p. 140, vol. 2.

WHEN lost in wonder I behold,
Yon azure starr'd with living gold;
Or on the moon's soft lustre gaze,
As through the spangled heavens she strays;
Warm'd by devotion's hallow'd fire,
May my rapt soul to Thee aspire;
To Thee, whose powerful word we know
Gave these resplendent orbs to glow:
They heard, involv'd in central night,
Thy great command, "let there be light:"
They heard, and at the joyful sound
Unnumber'd planets blaz'd around.

Last Day. 1 Pet. iv.18; 2 Pet. iii.7,10,12.-H.&H. Col. p. 238.
1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day,

2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll?
When louder yet and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead!

3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou, O Lord, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

8

TRIO AND CHORUS.-O. C. Còl. p. 38.

SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea,
Jehovah has triumph'd, his people are free.

Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken,

His chariots and horsemen,all splendid and brave How vain were there boasting, the Lord hath but spoken And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound, &c.

Who shall return to tell Egypt the story,

Of those she sent forth in her hour of her pride? For the Lord hath look'd out from his pillar of glory And all the brave thousands are dash'd in the tide. Sound, &c.

TRIO. An Elegy. O. C. Col. p. 70.

WEEP not for those, whom the veil of the tomb, In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes; Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom,

Or earth had profan'd what was born for the skies. Death chill'd the fair fountain ere sorrow had stain'd it, "Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course, And but sleeps till the sunshine of heaven has unchain'd it, To water that Eden where first was its course.

10

CANON. H. & H. Col. p. 318.

1 O, 'TWAS a joyful sound to hear
Our tribes devoutly say
Up, Israel, to the temple haste,
And keep your festal day.

2 At Salem's courts we must appear,
With our assembled powers;

In strong and beauteous order rang'd,
Like her united towers.

11

CHORUS. O. C. Col. p. 67.

THE great Jehovah is our awful theme,
Sublime in majesty, in power supreme.

12

Hallelujah.

ANTHEM. H. & H. Col. p. 133, 2d vol.

GLORY be to God on high, and on earth, peace; good-will towards men. We praise thee, we bless thee, we worship thee, we glorify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great glory, O! Lord God, heavenly King, Father almighty. Glory be to God! Hallelujah! Amen!