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(C. M.)

5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew ;

And, justified by grace, We hope in glory to appear, And see our Father's face.

HYMN 20.
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchang'd can never rise

To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,

In paths of ruin stray: Reason debas'd ran never find

The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine

The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine

To form the heart anew, 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,

And upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall

From reason's darken'd eyes.
5 To chase the shades of death away,

Ard bid the sinner live;
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,

'Tis thine alone to give.
6 O change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine!
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN 21.
1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift,

On thee my hope depends, Convinc'd that every perfect gift

From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,

And pow'r and wisdom too ; Without the Spirit of thy Son

We nothing good can do.
3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,

Our good is all divine;
The praise of every holy thought

And righteous word is thine.
4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive

The pow'r on thee to call,
In whom we are, and move, and live:

Our God is ali in all.

(C. M.) (IIL 1.)

HYMN 22.
1 SING, my soul, his wondrous love,

Who, from yon bright throne above,
Ever watchful o'er our race,

Still to man extends his grace.
% Heav'n and earth by him were made,

All is by his sceptre sway'd;
What are we that he should show

So much love to us below ? 3 God, the merciful and good,

Bought us with the Saviour's blood;
And, to make our safety sure,

Guides us by his Spirit pure.
4 Sing, my soul, adore his name;

Let his glory be thy theme:
Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come.

(S. M.)

HYMN 23.
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound !

Harmonious to the ear;
Heav'n with the echo shall respund,

And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd a way

To save rebellious man,
And all the means that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace guides my wand'ring feet

To tread the heavenly road,
And rew supplies each hour I meet,

While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown

Through everlasting days;
Įt lays in heav'n the topmost stone,

And well deserves the praise,

(8. M)


HYMN 24. 1 LIKE Noah's weary dove,

That soard the earth around, But not a resting place above

The cheerless waters found; 2 0 cease, my wand'ring soul,

On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

8 Behold the Ark of God,

Behold the open door; Hasten to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There, safe thou shalt abide,

There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blest. 5 And, when the waves of ire

Again the earth shall fill,
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire;
Then rest on Zion's hill.

8. M.)

HYMN 25. 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 If e'er to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,

This voice in silence die. 4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her wo,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,

And every grief o'erflow. 5 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my pray’rs ascend;
To her my cares and toils be givin,

Till toils and cares shall end, 6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe

Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be giv'n
The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven,

(C. M.)

HYMN 26.

Hebrews xii. 18. 22--24. 1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word

Which God on Sinai spoke: 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,

The city of our God;
Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold th' innumerable host

Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just

Whose faith is chang'd to sight. 4 Behold the bless'd assembly there

Whose names are writ in heav'n; Hear God, the Judge of all, declare

Their sins, through Christ, forgivin! 5 Angels, and living saints and deat,

But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their vital Head,

And of his love partake.


HYMN 27. 1 BLEST is the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love: The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above, 2 Before our Father's throne We pour united

prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one;

Our coinforts and our cares, 3 We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear. 4 When we at death must part,

How keen, how deep the pain ! But we shall still be join'd in heart,

And hope to meet again.
5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign

Throughout eternity.

HYMN 28.

(II 1.) Psalm cxxii.

The Church in Glory,
I WITH joy shall I behold the day
That calls my willing sonl away,

To dwell among the blest:
For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And points me to his rest,
2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes

The heaven-built tow'rs of Salem rise;
· Their glory I survey;
I view her mansions, that contain
The angel host, a beauteous train,

And shine with cloudless day.
3 Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeein'd of God ascend,

Borne on immortal wing;
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ

Before th’ Almighty King.
4 The King a seat hath there prepard,
High, on eternal base, upreard,

For his eternal Son:
His palaces with joy abound;
His saints, by him with glory crown'd,

Attend and share his throne.
5 Mother of cities! o’er thy head
Bright peace, with healing wings outspread,

For evermore shall dwell:
Let me, biest seat! my nane behold
Among thy citizens enroll’d,

And bid the world farewell.

Isaiah lii. 1,

HYMN 29.

(L. M.

1 TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head

From dust, and darkness, and the dead !
Though humbled long, awake at length,

And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength ! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,

And let thy excellence be known:
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness,

The world thy glories shall confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade,

And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread;

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