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Christ, the first-fruits.

NG praise! the tomb is void Where the Redeemer lay; Sing of our bonds destroy'd,

Our darkness turn'd to day.

2 Weep for your dead no more;
Friends, be of joyful cheer;
Our Star moves on before,
Our narrow path shines clear.

3 He who, so patiently,

The crown of thorns did wear,— He hath gone up on high; Our hope is with him there. 4 Now is his truth reveal'd, His majesty, and might; The grave has been unseal'd; Christ is our life and light. 5 He who for men did weep; Suffer, and bleed, and die,First-fruits of them that sleep,Christ has gone up on high. 6 His vict'ry hath destroy'd The shafts that once could slay: Sing praise! the tomb is void Where the Redeemer lay.

The wat❜ry deep I

pass,

With Jesus in my view; And through the howling wilderness My way pursue.

2 The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;
A land of sacred liberty,
And endless rest.

There milk and honey flow,

And oil and wine abound;
And trees of life forever grow,
With mercy crown'd.

3 There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace;

On Zion's sacred height,

His kingdom still maintains;
And, glorious, with his saints in light
Forever reigns.

4 He keeps his own secure;
He guards them by his side;
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless bride;

With groves of living joys,
With streams of sacred bliss,
With all the fruits of paradise,
He still supplies.

5 Before the great Three One
They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders he hath done
Through all their land:

The list'ning spheres attend,

And swell the growing fame; And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous Name.

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our

COME,

Eternity near.

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ME, let us anew our journey pursue,
With vigour arise,

And press to our permanent place in the skies.
Of heavenly birth, though wand'ring on earth,
This is not our place,

But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.
2 At Jesus's call, we gave up our all;
And still we forego,

For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
But onward we move,

And still we are seeking a country above:-
3 A country of joy without any alloy;
We thither repair;

We march hand in hand to Immanuel's land; Our hearts and our treasure already are there.

No matter what cheer

We meet with on earth, for eternity's here!
4 The rougher the way, the shorter our stay;
The tempests that rise

Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies:
The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past;
The troubles that come
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.

792 The servant shall be as his Lord. 1st P. M.

(Tune PALESTRINA, p. 154, New Lute of Zion.)

THY every suff'ring servant, Lord,
Shall as his perfect Master be;

To all thy inward life restored,

And outwardly conform'd to thee: Out of thy grave the saints shall rise, And grasp, through death, the glorious prize 2 This is the straight, the royal way

That leads us to the courts above: Here let us ever, ever stay,

Till, on the wings of perfect love, We take our last, triumphant flight, From Calvary's to Zion's height. 1144

Doxology.

17th P. M.

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to dwell.

2 He comes, his graces to impart; A willing guest,

While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest.

3 And all the good that we possess, His gift we own;

Yea, every thought of holiness,
And vict'ry won.

4 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling-place, And worthier thee.

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2 Thy gentle hand hath smooth'd our way; Fed and sustain'd us day by day;

In thee we move:

O may thy mercies, Lord, inspire Our hearts with gratitude, and fire Our souls with love.

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768 God a very present help in trouble. 167–c.
GOD, thy faithfulness I plead:
My great delivʼrer thou!
Haste to mine aid, thine ear incline,
And rescue this poor soul of mine:
I claim the promise now.

2 Where is the way? ah, show me where, That I thy mercy may declare,—

The power that sets me free:
How can I my destruction shun?
How can I from my nature run?
Answer, O Lord, for me.

3 One only way the erring mind
Of man, short-sighted man, can find,
From inbred sin to fly:

Stronger than love, I fondly thought
Death, only death, can cut the knot,
Which love cannot untie.

4 But thou, O Lord, art full of grace;
Thy love can find a thousand ways

To foolish man unknown:
My soul upon thy love I cast;
I rest me, till the storm be past,
Upon thy love alone.

5 Thy faithful, wise, almighty love,
Shall every stumbling-block remove,
And make an open way:

Thy love shall burst the shades of death,
And bear me from the gulf beneath,
To everlasting day.

499 The pure in heart shall see God.

166-c.

My sins on earth forgiven;

Give me to prove the kingdom mine, And taste, in holiness divine,

The happiness of heaven.

OW happy are the little flock,

HOW

Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock, In all commotions rest!

When war's and tumult's waves run high, Unmoved, above the storm they lie,

They lodge in Jesus' breast.

2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, Our Saviour's swift approach declare,

And bid our hearts arise:
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up,
To meet thee in the skies.

3 Thy tokens we with joy confess,
The war proclaims the Prince of peace,
The earthquake speaks thy power:
The famine all thy fulness brings,
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

4 Whatever ills the world befall
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near:

His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,―
Triumphant Lord, appear.