Him,
3 One family we sell in
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death.

4 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.

5 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die.

6 His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.

957

Continued.-Full felicity.

UR old companions in distress
We haste again to see,

And eager long for our release,
And full felicity.

C. M.

2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands With those that went before;

And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

8 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound.

4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide:
And, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

958

C. M.

The prospect joyous.

AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint or

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,-
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:

I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

8 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.

40 what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,

But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

LAYING A CORNER-STONE.

959

The sure Foundation.

C. M.

BEHOLD the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
We now adore thy Name;
We trust our whole salvation here,
Nor can we suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise;

'Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.

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12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

The living Name.

THOU, who hast in Zion laid

The true Foundation-stone, And with those a cov'nant made Who build on that alone: Hear us, Architect divine!

Great Builder of thy church below!

Now upon thy servants shine,
Who seek thy praise to show.

2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills
Thy mighty hand sustains;
Heaven thy awful presence fills;
O'er all thy glory reigns:

Yet the place of all prepared,
By regal David's favour'd son,
Thy peculiar blessing shared,
And stood thy chosen throne,

3 We, like Jesse's son, would raise
A temple to the Lord;

Sound throughout its courts his praise,
His saving Name record;

Dedicate a house to Him

Who once, in mortal weakness shrined, Sorrow'd, suffer'd, to redeem,

To rescue, all mankind.

4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send
The consecrating flame;
Now in majesty descend;

Inscribe the living Name:

That great Name by which we live,
Now write on this accepted stone;
Us into thy hands receive;

Our temple make thy throne.

961

L. M.

Seeking a tabernacle.

WHEN to the exiled seer were given

Those rapt'rous views of highest heaven,
All glorious though the visions were,
Yet he beheld no temple there.

2 The new Jerusalem on high
Hath one pervading sanctity;
No sin to mourn, no grief to mar,-
God and the Lamb its temple are.

3 But we, frail sojourners below,
The pilgrim-heirs of guilt and wo,
Must seek a tabernacle where

Our scatter'd souls may blend in prayer.

4 O Thou! who o'er the cherubim
Didst shine in glories veil'd and dim,
With purer light our temple cheer,
And dwell in unveil'd glory here.

962

THIS

God's guardian presence.

L. M.

THIS stone to thee, in faith, we lay; This temple, Lord, to thee we raise; Thine eye be open night and day,

To guard this house of prayer and praise. 2 Within these walls let heavenly peace And holy love and concord dwell; Here give the burden'd conscience ease, And here the wounded spirit heal. 3 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest! Here will our great Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest! 4 Ne'er let thy glory hence depart: Yet choose not, Lord, this shrine alone; Thy Spirit dwell in every heart,

In every bosom fix thy throne.

963

5th P. M. 4 lines TH.

Jesus Christ the corner-stone.
N this stone, now laid with prayer,
Let thy church rise, strong and fair;
Ever, Lord, thy Name be known,
Where we lay this corner-stone.
2 Let thy holy Child, who came
Man from error to reclaim,
And for sinners to atone,
Bless, with thee, this corner-stone.
3 May thy Spirit here give rest
To the heart by sin oppress'd,
And the seeds of truth be sown,
Where we lay this corner-stone.