IN COMMUNION WITH GOD. 898 0 C. M. Praises to the incarnate Son. 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 899 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 88. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. REJOICE, the Lord is King; Your Lord and King adore; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 3 His kingdom cannot fail,- Are to our Jesus given; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 4 He sits at God's right hand 5 He all his foes shall quell, With pure seraphic joy; 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, To their eternal home; We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice! 900 Glory begun below, COME, ve that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne. Let those refuse to sing S. M. Who never knew our God, 2 The God that rules on high, And calins the roaring seas; This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 8 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 4 The men of grace have found Celestial fruit on earthly ground And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 901 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, $7. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. NOME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tube my heart to sing thy grace?' Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; 3 O! to grace how great a debtor 902 TALK Walking with God. C. M. ALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 2 With thee conversing, we forget 8 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face;- To' attend the whispers of thy grace, 5 Let this my every hour employ, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. 903 Trumphant joy. God, the spring of all my joys, The glory of my brightest days, C. M. 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star And thou my rising sun. 8 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 904 Creating and redeeming love. FATHER, in whom we live, S. M. In whom we are, and move, 2 Let all the angel throng Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes through the sky. 3 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransom'd race 4 The grace to sinners show'd, |