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720 Mutual love the bond of union. 720-a.

WHILE we walk with God in light,

WE

God our hearts doth still unite:

Dearest fellowship we prove,-
Fellowship in Jesus' love:

Sweetly each, with each combined,
In the bonds of duty join'd,
Feels the cleansing blood applied,-
Daily feels that Christ hath died.

2 Still, O Lord, our faith increase;
Cleanse from all unrighteousness:
Thee the' unholy cannot see;
Make, O make us meet for thee:
Every vile affection kill;
Root out every seed of ill;
Utterly abolish sin;

Write thy law of love within.

3 Hence may all our actions flow;
Love the proof that Christ we know,
Mutual love the token be,
Lord, that we belong to thee:
Love, thine image, love impart ;
Stamp it now on every heart:
Only love to us be given:
Lord, we ask no other heaven.

2 Let us then sweet counsel take, How to make our calling sure; Our election how to make,

Past the reach of hell, secure: Build we each the other up;

Pray we for our faith's increase; Solid comfort, settled hope,

Constant joy, and lasting peace.

3 More and more let love abound: Let us never, never rest, Till we are in Jesus found,

Of our paradise possess'd:He removes the flaming sword, Calls us back, from Eden driven; To his image here restored, Soon he takes us up to heaven.

453

Comfort arising from a sense of pardon.

HAPPY soul, who sees the day,

180-a.

The glad day of Gospel-grace:
Thee, my Lord, thou then wilt say,
Thee will I forever praise;
Though thy wrath against me burn'd,
Thou dost comfort me again;
All thy wrath aside is turn'd,—
Thou hast blotted out my sin.

2 Me, behold, thy mercy spares;
Jesus my salvation is;
Hence, my doubts; away, my fears;
Jesus is become my peace:
Jah. Jehovah, is my Lord,
Ever merciful and just;

I will lean upon his word:
I will on his promise trust.

864 I shall be satisfied when I awake in Thy likeness.

TESUS, the all-restoring Word,
My fallen spirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,
Ah! when shall I wake up?

2 Thou, O my God, thou only art
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,
My sinking footsteps stay.

3 Of all thou hast in earth below,
In heaven above, to give,
Give me thy only love to know,—
In thee to walk and live.

4 Fill me with all the life of love;
In mystic union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

5 Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eternity.

MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul:
Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 Go the ants! for one poor grain
See how they toil and strive;

Yet we who have a heaven to' obtain,
How negligent we live!—

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move;

We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above:

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good;

How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood!

5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still, And never act our parts?

Come, holy Dove, from the' heavenly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts!

6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

2 He rests well pleased their toils to see;
Beneath his easy yoke they move:
With all their heart and strength agree
In the sweet labour of his love.

3 See where the servants of the Lord,
A busy multitude, appear:

For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His heritage they toil to clear.

4 The love of Chris their hearts constrains,
And strengthens their unwearied hands;
They spend their sweat, and blood, and pains,
To cultivate Immanuel's lands.

5 Jesus their toil delighted sees,

Their industry vouchsafes to crown: He kindly gives the wish'd increase, And sends the promised blessing down.

247 The Sabbath a pledge of endless rest. 37-a.

RETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest;

Improve the day thy God hath blest: Another six days' work is done; Another Sabbath is begun.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
3 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy comforts, pass away;
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

597 Morning: Sacrifice of praise and

prayer. 54-a.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praises to the' eternal King.

3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
-All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

HAYWARD.

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Join us, in one spirit join;
Let us still receive of thine:
Still for more on thee we call,
Thou who fillest all in all.

2 Move, and actuate, and guide:
Divers gifts to each divide:
Placed according to thy will,
Let us all our work fulfil:
Never from our office move:
Needful to each other prove:
Let us daily growth_receive,-
More and more in Jesus live.
3 Sweetly may we all agree,
Touch'd with softest sympathy;
Kindly for each other care;
Every member feel its share.
Many are we now and one,
We who Jesus have put on:
Names, and sects, and parties fall:
Thou, O Christ, art all in all.

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The feast of endless love.

COME, thou high and lofty Lord,

Lowly, meek, incarnate Word; Humbly stoop to earth again; Come, and visit abject man. Jesus, dear expected guest, Thou art bidden to the feast: For thyself our hearts prepare; Come, and sit, and banquet there. 2 Jesus, we thy promise claim: We are met in thy great name: In the midst do thou appear; Manifest thy presence here. Sanctify us, Lord, and bless; Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace;

Thou thyself within us move:
Make our feast a feast of love.
3 Let the fruits of grace abound;
Let us in thy bowels sound;
Faith, and love, and joy increase,—
Temperance and gentleness;
Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind:
Meek and lowly let us be,-
Full of goodness, full of thee.
4 Make us all in thee complete;
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet to' appear before thy sight,
Partners with the saints in light.
Call, O call us each by name,
To the marriage of the Lamb:
Let us lean upon thy breast;
Love be there our endless feast.

1078 Blessedness of those who die in 177–b.

HA

the Lord.

ARK! a voice divides the sky:-
Happy are the faithful dead!

In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed
Them the Spirit hath declared
Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their great reward,
Jesus is their endless rest.

2 Follow'd by their works they go,
Where their Head is gone before ;
Reconciled by grace below,

Grace hath open'd mercy's door; Justified through faith alone,

Here they knew their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down, Hallow'd, and made meet for heaven.

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152-b.

Christ in you, the hope of glory.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
3 O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
My vile affections crucify,

Nor let one darling lust survive;
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but thee.

4 O Love, thy sov'reign aid impart,

To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there:
Make me thy duteous child, that I,
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.
5 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,-
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.

161 Messiah, the Saviour and the Judge. 150-b. MESSIAH, joy of every heart,

Thou, thou the King of glory art,
The Father's everlasting Son:
Thee it delights thy Church to own;
For all our hopes on thee depend,
Whose glorious mercies never end.

2 When thou hadst render'd up thy breath,
And, dying, drawn the sting of death,
Thou didst from earth triumphant rise,
And ope the portals of the skies;
That all who trust in thee alone,
Might follow, and partake thy throne.
3 Seated at God's right hand again,
Thou dost in all his glory reign;
Thou dost, thy Father's image, shine
In all the attributes divine;

And thou with judgment clad shalt come,
To seal our everlasting doom.

4 Wherefore we now for mercy pray;
O Saviour, take our sins away:
Before thou as our Judge appear,
In dreadful majesty severe,
Appear our Advocate with God,
And save the purchase of thy blood.