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Met in thy naine, we

look

Expecting to receive.

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The promised blessing.

SEE, Jesus, thy disciples see;
The promised blessing give;
Met in thy name, we look to thee,
Expecting to receive.

2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord,
Who in thy name are join'd;

We wait, according to thy word,
Thee in the midst to find.

3 With us thou art assembled here,
But O, thyself reveal;

Son of the living God, appear!

Let us thy presence feel.

4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day, And these dry bones shall live; Speak peace into our hearts, and say, The Holy Ghost receive.

5 Whom now we seek,. O may we meet, Jesus, the crucified;

Show us thy bleeding hands and feet,
Thou who for us hast died.

6 Cause us the record to receive-
Speak, and the tokens show-
"O be not faithless, but believe
In me, who died for you."

ND can I yet delay

Ay cattle alt derive?

To tear my soul from earth away
For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield;

I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compell'd,
And own thee conqueror.
3 Though late, I all forsake;

My friends, my all, resign:
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
And seal me ever thine.

4 Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul
With all thy weight of love.

5 My one desire be this,

Thy only love to know;

To seek and taste no other bliss,-
No other good below.

6 My life, my portion thou;
Thou all-sufficient art:

My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart.

669 For victory in the dying hour. 132-c. WHEN on the brink of death

My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass that awful flood,
Great God! at thy command ;-
2 When every scene of life

Stands ready to depart;

And the last sigh that shakes the frame Shall rend this bursting heart ;—

3 Thou Source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,—
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave.

4 Lay thy supporting hand
Beneath my sinking head;
And with a ray of love divine
Illume my dying bed.

5 Leaning on Jesus' breast,
May I resign my breath;
And in his kind embraces lose
The bitterness of death.

1068 Solemn thoughts on the future. 144-c.

ND am I born to die?

A To lay this body down?

And must my trembling Spirit fly
Into a world unknown?-

A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!
2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or wo

Must then my portion be:
Waked by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,

And see the Judge, with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

3 How shall I leave my tomb-
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing, meet?

Will angel bands convey

Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there?

4 Who can resolve the doubt

That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest?

I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell;

Must come at his command to heaven, Or else depart to hell!

OUT of the depths of wo,

To thee, O Lord, I

cry;

Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That thou art ever nigh.

2 Humbly on thee I wait,
Confessing all my sin;

Lord, I am knocking at the gate;
Open, and take me in.

3 O hearken to my voice,

Give ear to my complaint;

Thou bidd'st the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint.

4 Glory to God above,

The waters soon will cease;
For, lo! the swift returning dove
Brings home the sign of peace.

5 Though storms his face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud;
Jehovah's covenant is sure,-
His bow is in the cloud.

1107 Prepare us for that day.

BEHOLD! with awful pomp

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144-b

The Judge prepares to come; The' archangel sounds the dreadful trump And wakes the gen❜ral doom.

2 Nature, in wild amaze,

Her dissolution mourns;

Blushes of blood the moon deface;
The sun to darkness turns.

3 The living look with dread;
The frighted dead arise,
Start from the monumental bed,
And lift their ghastly eyes.

4 Horrors all hearts appal;

They quake, they shriek, they cry;
Bid rocks and mountains on them fall
But rocks and mountains fly.

5 Great God, in whom we live,
Prepare us for that day:
Help us in Jesus to believe,-
To watch, and wait, and pray.

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CLARENDON.

C. M. (123)

TUCKER.

850 Are they not all ministering spirits!

WHICH of the monarchs of the earth

Can boast a guard like ours,-
Encircled from our second birth
With all the heavenly powers?
2 Myriads of bright, cherubic bands,
Sent by the King of kings,
Rejoice to bear us in their hands,
And shade us with their wings.
3 Angels, where'er we go, attend
Our steps, whate'er betide;

With watchful care their charge defend,
And evil turn aside.

4 Our lives those holy angels keep
From every hostile power;

And, unconcern'd, we sweetly sleep,
As Adam in his bower.

5 And when our spirits we resign,
On outstretch'd wings they bear,
And lodge us in the arms divine,
And leave us ever there.

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

2 O! may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.

3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,

When, throned above the skies, And in the Father's bosom blest,

He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To bless a ruin'd race;

We would, O Lord, thy steps pursue, Thy bright example trace.

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517 Thy commandments are exceeding broad. .

DEEPEN the wound thy hands have made

In this weak, helpless soul: Till mercy, with its balmy aid,

Descend to make me whole.

2 The sharpness of thy two-edged sword Enable me to' endure;

Till bold to say,-My hall'wing Lord
Hath wrought a perfect cure.

3 I see the' exceeding broad command,
Which all contains in one:
Enlarge my heart to understand
The mystery unknown.

4 O that, with all thy saints, I might
By sweet experience prove
What is the length, and breadth, and height,
And depth, of perfect love.

Not all the' exalted minds above
Its wonders can explore.

5 While golden harps and angel tongues Resound immortal lays,

Great God, permit our humble songs
To celebrate thy praise.

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JESU

the table.

ESUS, at whose supreme command,
We now approach to God,
Before us in thy vesture stand,
Thy vesture dipp'd in blood.

2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal,
And make thy nature known;
Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal,

And stamp us for thine own. 3 The tokens of thy dying love, O let us all receive,

And feel the quick'ning Spirit move,
And sensibly believe.

4 The cup of blessing, blest by thee,
Let it thy blood impart;

The bread thy mystic body be,

To cheer each languid heart.

5 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be:

Thy flesh for all the world is given,
And all may live by thee.