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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
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.
Of gospel blessings send,
Thy ministers attend.
The heart-renewing love,
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;
Which waits us in the skies. 4 O let our heart and mind
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.
In yonder blest abode,
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,
In deathless triumphs end.
THE CHURCH. 223
Unrivall’d and alone,-
God's holy city shone.
The glory of all lands;
The Christian temple stands.
This glorious Church compose ; Built on a Rock, with idle rage
The threat' ning tempest blows.
Thy God is thy defence;
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Cause thy glorious face to shine;
Great Builder of thy Church below;
The least of Jesus' witnesses ;
3 After my lowly Lord to go,
Shall with thy people live and die. 227
And all the joys which mortals know,
Shall like Mount Zion be,-
Built on eternity