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How happy are the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock,

In all commotions rest;

When war's and tumult's waves run high
Unmoved above the storm they lie,

And lodge in Jesus' breast.
Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gathered into Thee,

Before the floods descend;

And while the bursting cloud comes down
We mark the vengeful day begun,
And calmly wait the end.

The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,

And bid our hearts arise; Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope; Its cities' fall but lifts us up

To meet Thee in the skies.
Thy tokens we with joy confess;
The war proclaims Thee Prince of peace;
The earthquake speaks thy power;
The famine all thy fullness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.
Whatever ill the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near.
His chariot will not long delay;
We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
"Triumphant Lord, appear."
Appear with clouds on Sion's hill,
Thy word and mystery to fulfill,

Thy faithful to approve;
Thy members on thy throne to place,
And stamp thy name on every face,
In glorious, heavenly love.

Ariel. p. 284.

876-879

Down in old Jordan's rolling stream
The Baptist led the holy Lamb,

And there did him baptize;
The Father saw his darling Son,
And was well pleased with what he'd done,
And owned him from the skies.
"This is my Son," the Father cries;
On him to rest the Spirit flies;

O children, "Hear ye him!" Hark! 't is His voice; behold, he cries,

"Repent, believe, and be baptized,
And wash away your sin!"

Come, children, come; his voice obey;
Salem's bright King has mark'd the way,
And has a crown prepared;
Oh, then arise and give consent,
Walk in the way that Jesus went,

And have the great reward!
Believing children, gather round,
And let your joyful songs abound,
With cheerful hearts arise;
See, here is water, yet there's room,
A loving Saviour calling "Come,"
Believe, and be baptized.

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Clement Phinney, 1780-1855. Access by one Spirit. Eph. ii. 18.

C. P. M.

Joined in the bonds of faith and love,
With saints on earth and saints above,
One spirit with the Lord;
To worship at the Saviour's feet,
In happy union here we meet,

And own his works and word.
Thy gracious presence, Lord, impart,
Display thy power in every heart,

And shed thy blessings round;
Oh! may thy truth our spirit cheer,
Confirm our hope, dispel our fear,
And make our joys abound.

Hymns for the Church of God, 1872. Endued with power from on high. C. P. M.

Luke xxiv. 49.

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Endue us, Lord, with heav'nly power;
On us thy benedictions shower;
Our faith and love increase;
The grace of Christ, the love of God,
The holy Spirit shed abroad,
Remain and never cease.

H., 1884.

Who didst my soul redeem.

Lord, grant that in that joyful day,

Hear Thou my penitential cry,

And wash and make me clean.

A laboring, heavy-laden soul,
On Thee my every care I roll,

Though burdened and distressed.
Thy meek and lowly grace I see,
And take thy yoke and learn of Thee,
For thou wilt give me rest.

Close to thy pierc'd and bleeding side, In trustful love I safe abide,

By grace divine made whole.
In Thee, my Way, my Truth, my Life,
Amid earth's turmoil, sin and strife,
I rest my weary soul.

Sheltered within the riven Rock,
I dread no storm nor tempest's shock,
But trust thy matchless grace,

By thy commanding word, That I may join thee in the air; And dwell with all the holy there, Forever with the Lord.

Tell me no more of earthly toys, Of sinful mirth and carnal joys,

882-885

The things I loved before;
Let me but view my Saviour's face,
And feel his animating grace,

And I desire no more.

Tell me no more of praise and wealth,
Of careless ease and blooming health,
For they have all their snares;
Let me but know my sins forgiven,
And see my name enrolled in heaven,
And I am free from cares.

Give me a Bible in my hand,
A heart to read and understand
That sure, unerring word;
I'd urge no company to stay,
But sit alone from day to day,
Communing with the Lord.

Susannah Harrison, ab. 1757-1784.

My soul a witness is;

I taste and see the pardon free,
For all mankind as well as me,

Who come to Christ may live.

The worst of sinners here may find A Saviour pitiful and kind,

Who will the lost receive. None are too late who will repent, And heed the message God has sent, And on the Lord believe.

SECOND PART.

Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord,
And taste the sweetness of his word,
In Jesus' ways go on;

Our troubles and our trials here,
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

Jesus shall lead his armies through,
To living waters where they flow,
Which never will run dry;
And when our warfare all is o'er,
And we shall reach that heavenly shore,
We'll drink a full supply.

Then we shall reign, and shout, and sing,
And make the heavenly regions ring,

When all the saints get home. Come on, come on, my brethren dear, Soon we shall meet together there,

For Jesus bids us come.

The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine,

Which make the dead revive.

Oh, that this dry and barren ground
In springs of water may abound,
A fruitful soil become!
The desert blossom as the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his foes,
And makes his people one.

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Campbell? 1804?

Meribah. p. 286.

H., 1884. Willoughby. p. 288.

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Matt. xxiv. 81.

2 Behold the fair Jerusalem,

: Illuminated by the Lamb, :|

In glory doth appear;

Fair Zion rising from the tombs,

: To meet the Bridegroom, lo! He comes, And hails the festive year.

3 My soul is striving to be there;
:I long to rise and wing the air, :||
And trace the sacred road.

Adieu, adieu, all earthly things;
: Oh, that I had an angel's wings!:
I'd quickly see my God.

:And be by angels caught away, :| And shout redeeming love.

John A. Granade, 1763-1807.

Great is the Lord, ye people raise |: And loud proclaim his lofty praise; :| In strains that seraphs sing; We join the anthem from on high, :And holy, holy, holy, cry,

And praise the heavenly King. Soon may we with the ransom'd throng, : Return to Zion's height with songs,: While sorrows flee away:

|: I thirst, I pant, I long to try :

Angelic joys to prove!

Willoughby. p. 286. Garden Hymn. p.288.

:And sing anew Thy ceaseless praise: In everlasting day.

H., 1884.