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ARLINGTON. PETERBOROUGH. ROCHESTER. 57
HYMN 154.

HYMN 157.
O happy they who know the Lord, What glory gilds the sacred page,
With whom he deigns to dwell i

Majestic like the sun!
The mercies of his living word,

It gives a light to every ageTheir every fear expel.

: It gives, but borrows none. To them in each distressing hour, The hand that gave it still supplies His throne of grace is near;

The gracious light and heat;
To them, the tokens of bis power, Its truths upon the nations rise-
In heavenly grace appear.

They rise, but never set.
In every scene his presence cheers, Let everlasting thanks be thine
And makes each burden light;

For such a bright display:
He kindly wipes away their tears, It makes a world of darkness shine
And gilds the gloom of night.

With beams of heavenly day. •
O may our souls supremely prize My soul rejoices to pursue
These tokens of his love :

The paths of truth and love,
Till he shall bid our spirits rise,

Till glory break upon my view To worship him above.

In brighter worlds above.

HYMN 155.
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat,

My soul for shelter flies;
'Tis there I find a safe retreat,

When storms of sorrows rise.
My hope in thee can never die,

Since thou art ever near;
Thy grace can hush each rising sigh,

And banish every fear,
My great Protector, and my Lord,

Thy constant aid impart,
And ever may thy faithful word

Be precious to my heart.
O never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat ;
Still let me feel thy kindling love

Before thy mercy-seat.

HYMN 158.
Shine forth, eternal Source of light,

And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight

With lustre all thy own.
Vain are the charms, and faint the rays,

The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise

Are in thy presence lost.
To know the Author of our frame

Is our sublimest skill;
True science is to learn his name,

True life, to do his will.
For this I long, for this I pray ;

This let me still pursue,
Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.

HYMN 156.

HYMN 159. Lord, when my raptured thought surveys Although no flowers the fig-tree bear, Creation's beauties o'er,

And vines their fruit deny; All nature joins to teach thy praise, The labor of the olive fail, And bids my soul adore.

And fields no meat supply. Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,

Though from the fold, in sad surprise, Thy radiant footsteps shine;

My flock cut off I see;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, Though famine reign in empty stalls,
And speak thy hand divine.

Where herds were wont to be :
The living tribes of countless forms Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
In earth, and sea, and air,

And glory in his love :
The meanest flies, the smallest worms, In bim I'll joy, who will the God
Almighty power declare.

Of my salvation prove.
All rose to life at thy command,

He is the treasure of my soul, And wait their daily food

My source of lasting joy ; From thy paternal, bounteous hand, A joy, which want shall not impair, Exhaustless Spring of good!

Nor death itself destroy.

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59 HYMN 162.

HYMN 164. Joined in a union firm and strong, Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds No foe our ranks can break;

Our glowing hearts in one; To victory we press along,

Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds, And glorious warfare make.

To sing what God hath done. Darkness recedes, and sin shall die, It is the hope, the blissful hope, Before our banners spread;

Which gospel grace hath given; And foes of peace around us lie,

The hope when days and years are past, Or far away have fled.

We all shall meet in heaven.

Our fervent prayers shall still prevail What though the northern winds arise, Against a host of sins;

And howl around our cot ; And angels every Christian hail

Or though beneath the southern skies, Whose love a conquest wins.

Be cast our eartbly lot:
This warfare then let us pursue: Yet still we share the blissful hope,
The van our Captain leads;

The Saviour's grace hath given,
Each conflict shall our strength renew. The hope when days and years are past,
To other glorious deeds.

We all shall meet in heaven.

e closely joined, From ea western hill and plain: her-bands

Then let our ranks, more closely joined, From eastern shores, from northern lands,

With shield and buckler stand; A kingdom we at last shall find,

From southern climes, the brother-bands The promised spirit-land.'

May hope to meet again. Let all, with harmony of voice,

It is the hope, the blissful hope, In lofty praises join;

Which love divine hath given; Let every soul in Christ rejoice,

The hope when life and time are o'er, With rapture all divine.

We all shall meet in heaven.

The kindling flame begins to glow,

Each heart grows warm with love; And we enjoy, on earth below,

The bliss of heaven above! O thus forever may we feel,

And evermore display Devotion's pure and holy zeal,

In Shiloh's chosen way.

No hope deferred, no parting sigh,

That blessed meeting knows; .
There friendship beams from every eye,

And hope immortal grows.
It is the hope, the precious hope,

Which boundless grace hath given :
The hope when time shall be no more,
We all shall meet in heaven.

HYMN 163.

HYMN 165. My God, what silken cords are thine! There is a fountain filled with blood, How soft and yet how strong!

Drawn from Immanuel's veins; For power, and truth, and grace combine, And sinners in that spirit-flood, To draw our souls along.

Lose all their guilty stains.

When crushed beneath the heavy yoke Dear, dying Lamb, thy vital grace
Of folly and of sin,

Shall never lose its power;
Thy hand our iron bondage broke, Nor shall it rest till all our race
Our grateful hearts to win.

Are blest for evermore !

The guilt of twice ten thousand sins

Thy mercy takes away;
Thy promise, when the war begins,

Secures the crowning day.

E'er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming grace has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

Drawn by such chords, we onward move, And when my pilgrim course is o'er,
Till round thy throne we meet,

In fairer worlds above,
And freemen in the bonds of love, Thy gracious mercy I'll adore,
Our songs of joy repeat.

And sing thy wondrous love.

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