66 (237)

S. M.

Concord, 102: T.P. 124.

I

Boylston, 101: T.P. 105.

LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways;
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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THE SABBATH.

L. M.

Pilesgrove, 27: T.P. 31. Hebron, 16: T.P. 30.

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,

Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 O warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.

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HA

St. Thomas, 123: T.P. 120.

AIL to the Sabbath-day!
The day divinely given,

S. M.

When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.

2 Lord, in this sacred hour,
Within thy courts we bend,

And bless thy love, and own thy power,

3

Our Father and our Friend.

But thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod;

Nor only is the day thine own

When man draws near to God:

4 Thy temple is the arch

Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Óf vast eternity.

5 Lord, may that holier day

Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light.

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L. M.

Miller, 22: T.P. 10. Hamburg, 15: T.P. 6.
ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray,

LOR

In this thy house, on this thy day; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs from which thy servants rise.

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our lab'ring souls aspire,
With ardent hope, and strong desire.

3 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun;
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long-expected day, begin;
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

PROMISES AND PROVISIONS OF THE GOSPEL.

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C. M.

Northfield, 80: T.P. 55. St. Martin, 88; T.P. 54.

THE gospel! O, what endless charms
Dwell in that blissful sound;

Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads delight around.

2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine,
In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels, lost in sin,

And doom'd to endless woe.

3 The' almighty Former of the skies. Stoops to our vile abode;

While angels view with wond'ring eyes, And hail the' incarnate God.

4 How rich the depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Redeemer, let me call thee mine,Thy fulness I implore.

5 On thee alone my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all!

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S. M.

Athol, 97: T.P. 126. St. Thomas, 123: T.P. 120.

HAT majesty and grace

WHA

Through all the gospel shine!

'Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.

2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays:

Then through the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There our High Priest appears,
Before his Father's throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.

5 Great Sov'reign, we adore
Thy justice and thy grace,
And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependence place.

72 (287)

L. M.

Seasons, 34: T.P. 15. Ward, 40: T.P. 34.

HOW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
While list'ning thousands gather'd round,
And joy and rev'rence fill'd the place.
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his foll'wers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3 Come, wand'rers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.
Yes, sacred Teacher! we will come,
Obey, and be forever blest.

4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
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S. M.

Dennis, 103: T.P. 102.
RACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;

GRA

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.