To Him, who now for us doth plead,
And helpeth us in all our need,

Sing we Hallelujah!

To Him, who doth prepare on high

Our home in immortality,

Sing we Hallelujah!

To Him be glory evermore;

Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore;

Sing we Hallelujah!

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God most great, our joy and boast, Sing we Hallelujah!

The Promised Hour.

JOSIAH CONDER.

EE, the ransom'd millions stand,

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Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the Throne their strain: "Hell is vanquish'd; Death is slain; Blessings, honour, glory, might, Are the Conqueror's native right; Thrones and powers before Him fall; Lamb of God, and Lord of all !"

Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power ;
Still Thy foes are unsubdued;
Nature sighs to be renew'd;
Time has nearly reach'd its sum;
All things with Thy Bride say, Come;
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,

Come, and reign for evermore!

Praise the King of Heaven.

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Praise the King of Heaven.

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REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE.

RAISE, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring,

Ransom'd, heal'd, restored, forgiven,

Evermore His praises sing,

Alleluia! Alleluia !

Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same as ever,

Slow to chide, and swift to bless:

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Glorious in His faithfulness.

Father-like, He tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Widely yet His mercy flows.

Angels in the height adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant bow before Him,
Gather'd in from every race.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Praise with us the God of grace.

Songs of Praise.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

SONGS

ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,

When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.

Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led captivity.

Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens, new earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

And can man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice,

Learning here, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above.

Borne upon their latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;

Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.

The Voice of Jesus.

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The Voice of Jesus.

REV. H. BONAR, D.D.

HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

"Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad ;.
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold! I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live!"

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I look'd to Jesus, and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.

Come to Me!

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT.

ITH tearful eyes I look around;

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Life seems a dark and stormy sea; Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper-Come to Me!

It tells me of a place of rest;

It tells me where my soul may Oh! to the weary, faint, opprest,

flee:

How sweet the bidding-Come to Me!

When the poor heart with anguish learns
That earthly props resign'd must be,
And from each broken cistern turns,
It hears the accents-Come to Me!

When against sin I strive in vain,
And cannot from its yoke get free,
Sinking beneath the heavy chain,

The words arrest me-Come to Me!

When nature shudders, loath to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see;
When a faint chill steals o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters-Come to Me!

Come, for all else must fail and die;
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy Portion-Come to Me!