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25th P. M. 77, 87, 77, 87.

Joining the angelic hosts in praises.

JESUS, take all the glory:


Thy meritorious passion

The pardon bought, thy mercy brought
To us the great salvation.
Thee gladly we acknowledge

Our only Lord and Saviour,
Thy name confess, thy goodness bless,
And triumph in thy favour.
2 With angels and archangels,
We prostrate fall before thee;
Again we raise our souls in praise,
And thankfully adore thee.
Honour, and power, and blessing,
To thee be ever given,

By all who know thy love below,
And all the hosts of heaven.


Perpetual praise.

C. M.

YES, I will bless thee, O my God,
Through all my fleeting days;

And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honours of my God;

My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

3 Nor will I cease thy praise to sing,
When death shall close mine eyes;
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights,
And sweeter raptures rise.

4 Then shall my lips, in endless praise, Their grateful tribute pay;

The theme demands an angel's tongue, And an eternal day.


16th P. M. 11 12, 11 12.

The foretaste of endless bliss.

TY God, I am thine; what a comfort divine,

M'what a blessing, to know that my Jesus is


in the heavenly Lamb, thrice happy I am; And my heart doth rejoice at the sound of his name. 2 True pleasures abound in the rapturous sound, And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found; My Redeemer to know, to feel his blood flow, This is life everlasting 'tis heaven below.

3 Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast; That indeed is the fulness, but this is the taste And this I shall prove, till with joy I remove 1o the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love.



2d P. M. 6 lines Ss.

Everlasting praises.

'LL praise my Maker while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure ;

He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.


God's praises crown eternity.

YOD of my life, through all my days


L. M.

My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
My song shall wake with opening light,
And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But O, when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn the' exalted strains
Which echo through the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round the throne.

6 The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul shall live:
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.




4th P. M. 886, 886.

Bliss-inspiring hope.

NOME on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel:

Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode;

On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

3 Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,
And by his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure;
And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope,
It lifts the fainting spirits up;
It brings to life the dead:
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,
Triumphant with our Head.

5 That great mysterious Deity,
We soon with open face shall see;
The beatific sight

Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.


The full assurance of hope.

C. M.

HOW happy every child of grace,

Who knows his sins forgiven!
This earth, he cries, is not my place;
I seek my place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, O, by faith I see;

The land of rest, the saints' delight,-
The heaven prepared for me.

2 O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And ante-date that day:

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ conceal'd,-
And with his glorious presence here

Our earthen vessels fill'd.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow!
And when the vessels break,
Let our triumphant spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at his grace
To all eternity.



C. M.

Continued. Endless bliss in prospect.
STRANGER in the world below,
I calmly sojourn here;

Nor can its happiness or wo
Provoke my hope or fear:
Its evils in a moment end;
Its joys as soon are past:
But O, the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last.

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