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my posses-sions lie,

Where my pos-ses-sions lie.

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The promised land.

Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.

113-c.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 There generous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow;

There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale,
With milk and honey flow.

4 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

787 Fearless in the furnace of affliction. 78-d.

OD of thine Israel's faithful three,

G Who braved the tyrant's ire,

Who nobly scorn'd to bow the knee,
And walk'd, unhurt, in fire :-
O breathe their faith into my breast,
In every trying hour;

And stand, O Son of man, confess'd
In all thy saving power!

2 While thou, almighty Lord, art nigh,
My soul disdains to fear;
Both sin and Satan I defy,

Still impotently near;

The earth and hell their wars may wage,--
I mark their vain design:

And camly smile to see them rage
Against a child of thine.

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THERE seems a voice in every gale,

A tongue in every flower,
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of thy almighty power;

The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee an anthem raise.

2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone
'Midst nature's loud acclaim?

Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
Breathe forth thy holy name?

All nature's debt is small to mine,
Nature shall cease to be;

Thou gavest-proof of love divine—
Immortal life to me.

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THE

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By the eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises, who mankind has bought,
With grief and pain extreme:

'Twas great to speak the world from naught; "Twas greater to redeem.

AN

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, foll'wing 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.

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Our Paschal Lamb.

131-b.

ET all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name,

Their faithful hearts with us prepare,

And eat the Paschal Lamb.

2 This eucharistic feast

Our every want supplies,

And still we by his death are blest,
And share his sacrifice.

3 Who thus our faith employ,
His suff'rings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord.

4 We too with him are dead,
And shall with him arise;
The cross on which he bows his head
Shall lift us to the skies.

166 He ever liveth to make intercession 130-a for us.

LORD, how shall sinners dare
Look up to thine abode ?
Or offer their imperfect prayer,
Before a holy God?

2 Bright terrors guard thy seat,
And glories veil thy face;
Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,

And to thy throne of grace. 3 My soul, with cheerful eye

See where thy Saviour stands,-
The glorious Advocate on high,
With incense in his hands.

4 Teach my weak heart, O Lord,
With faith to call thee mine;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word-
Father with joy divine.

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 foll'wers 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 angels send,

And bid our bliss, on earth begun. In deathless triumphs end.

No ill-requited love

Shall there our spirits wound:
No base ingratitude above,-
No sin in heaven is found.

2 There all our griefs are spent:
There all our sorrows end:
We cannot there the fall lament
Of a departed friend;

A brother dead to God,

By sin, alas! undone :
No father there, in passion loud,
Cries,-O, my son! my son!

3 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy:

In that eternal day

No clouds or tempests rise; There gushing tears are wiped away Forever from our eyes.

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G. KINGSLEY.

3. 4

Crosses are blessings.

111-a.

3 Thou dost in tenderness chastise,
And graciously reprove:
My Father!-all within me cries,—
Thy ways are truth and love.

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The great and effectual door.

JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore;
Open the door to preach thy word,
The great, effectual door.

2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan's power;
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.

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3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize
What thou hast bought so dear:
Come, then, and in thy people's eyes
With all thy wounds appear.

4 Appear, as when of old confess'd,
The suff'ring Son of God;
And let us see thee in thy vest,
But newly dipp'd in blood.

5 The hardness of our hearts remove,
Thou who for all hast died:
Show us the tokens of thy love,

Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.

6 Ready thou art the blood to' apply, And prove the record true:

And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
I suffer'd this for you.