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5 His only righteousness I show,

His saving truth proclaim : 'Tis all my business here below,

To cry, Behold the Lamb! 6 Happy, if with my latest breath

I may but gasp his name; Preach him to all, and cry in death,

Behold, behold the Lamb ! 220

S. M.
Success certain
ORD, if at thy command

Water'd by thy almighty hand,

The seed shall surely grow: The virtue of thy grace

A large increase shall give, And multiply the faithful race,

Who to thy glory live.
2 Now, then, the ceaseless shower

Of gospel blessings send,
And let the soul-converting power

Thy ministers attend.
On multitudes confer

The heart-renewing love,
And by the joy of grace prepare

For fuller joys above. 221

S. M Labourers in the vineyard of the Lord. ND let our bodies part,

To diff'rent climes repair; Inseparably join'd in heart

The friends of Jesus are. 2 O let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below; And, follwing our triumphant Head,

To further conquests go.


3 The vineyard of the Lord

Before his lab'rers lies;
And lo! we see the vast reward

Which waits us in the skies. 4 O let our heart and mind

Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,

Where all our labours end ; 5 Where all our toils are o'er,

Our suff'ring and our pain : Who meet on that eternal shore,

Shall never part again.



S. M. Continued - Labourers rewarded. HAPPY, happy place,

Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other's face,

And all our brethren greet. 2 The Church of the first-born,

We shall with them be blest, And, crown'd with endless joy, return

To our eternal rest.
3 With joy we shall behold,

In yonder blest abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,

And all the saints of God. 4 Abrah’m and Isaac, there,

And Jacob, shall receive The follwers of their faith and prayer

Who now in bodies live. 5 We shall our time beneath

Live out in cheerful hope, And fearless pass the vale of death,

And gain the mountain top.

6 To gather home his own,

God shall his angel send,
And bid our bliss, on earth begun,

In deathless triumphs end.


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C. M.
Founded on a Rock.
TITH stately towers and bulwarks strong,

Unrivall’d and alone,-
Loved theme of many a sacred song,

God's holy city shone.
2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,

The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer, and in strength complete,

The Christian temple stands.
3 The faithful of each clime and age

This glorious Church compose ; Built on a Rock, with idle rage

The threat' ning tempest blows.
4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,

Thy God is thy defence;
And weak and powerless every arm

Against Omnipotence.


5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
Prayer for her extension.
N thy Church, 0 Power divine,

Cause thy glorious face to shine;
Till the nations, from afar,
Hail her as their guiding star.
2 Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.


L. M
Glorious and spotless.
ESUS, from whom all blessings flow,

Great Builder of thy Church below;
If now thy Spirit move my breast,
Hear, and fulfil thine own request.
2 The few that truly call thee Lord,
And wait thy sanctifying word,
And thee their utmost Saviour own ;-
Unite and perfect them in one.
30 let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses ;
Thy power unto salvation show,
And perfect holiness below.
4 In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old ;
Mighty their envious foes to move,-
A proverb of reproach—and love.
5 Call them into thy wondrous light,
Worthy to walk with thee in white:
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
Thy glorious, spotless Church below.
6 From every sinful wrinkle free,
Redeem'd from all iniquity,
The fellowship of saints make known,
And O, my God, may I be one !



L. M.
Continued— Witnesses for Jesus.
MIGHT my lot be cast with these,

The least of Jesus' witnesses ;
O that my Lord would count me mect.
To wash his dear disciples' feet !
2 This only thing do I require:
Thou know'st 'tis all my heart's desire,
Freely what I receive to give -
The servant of thy Church to live :-

3 After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy saints below;
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
4 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel,
And ask according to thy will,
Confirm the prayer, the seal impart,
And speak the answer to my heart.
5 Tell me, or thou shalt never go, -
Thy prayer is heard ; it shall be so:
The word hath pass’d thy lips ! and I

Shall with thy people live and die. 227

L. M.
The river of life.
YREAT Source of being and of love !


And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odours give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
4 Flow, wondrous stream ! with glory crown d,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave,
To Him who all thy virtues gave.

C. M.
The gates of hell shall not prevail agai:rst her.
HO make the Lord of hosts their tower,

Shall like Mount Zion be,-
Immovable by mortal power,

Built on eternity

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