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SHIRLAND. ST. THOMAS. WATCHMAN. 97
Blest be the tie that binds My Shepherd, and my Guide,
Our hearts in Christian love! I bid farewell to every fear;
The fellowship of kindred minds, My wants are all supplied.
Is like to that above. To ever-fragrant meads,
Before our Father's throne Where rich abundance grows,
We pour our ardent prayers; His gracious hand indulgent leads, Our faith and hope, and love are one, And guards my sweet repose.
And one our joys and cares. Along the lovely scene,
We share our griefs and woes,
And every rising fear,
Affection's purest tear.
When we are call'd to part, How sweet a lot is mine!
We share alike the pain, With pleasure, food, and safety blest; Though, ever joined in mind and heart, Beneficence divine !
We hope to meet again. Great Shepherd, if I stray,
Blest be the tie that binds My wandering feet restore;
Our hearts in Christian loye; To thy fair pastures guide my way, The fellowship of kindred minds And let me rove no more.
Is like to that above.
HYMN 282. Shine, gracious Lord ! O shine
In all thy saving light, . And prosper every pure design,
By thy triumphant might. O bring thy ransomed near,
That they may learn thy ways; Thy word may all thy people hear,
And sing thy worthy praise.
Revealed in mercy be;
And serve and honor thee.
A parting blessing give;
That we in love may live.
May we united be,
That we may live in thee.
May we forever sing,
Hosannas to our King.
HYMN 283. The Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ? He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
To error's thorny track,
And gently leads me back.
Inspire my heart to praise ; And may my heart forever prove
The joy of wisdom's ways.
The Christian world o'erspread;
Are one in Christ, their Head.
Let mutual love be found,
With mutual blessings crowned.
And only love be known,
In one Redeemer shown.
Resemble that above,
And every heart is love.
HYMN 291. -
Behold, the lofty sky Let thy bright beams appear;
Declares its maker, God, Dispel the shades of fearful gloom, And all his starry works on high And shine in glory here.
Proclaim his power abroad. O cleanse us from all sin,
The darkness and the light By mercy from above;
Still keep their course the same, And every waiting spirit win
While night to day, and day to night, To faith and hope and love.
Divinely teach his name. 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
In every different land And sanctify the soul;
Their general voice is known; Do thou thy holy grace impart,
They show the wonders of his hand, And all our powers control.
And orders of his throne. Then shall we hear thy voice,
Ye Christian lands, rejoice! O thou celestial Dove !
Here he reveals his word: And every longing soul rejoice
We are not left to Nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.
His statutes and commands
Are set before our eyes;
He puts his gospel in our hands,
Where our salvation lies.
His laws are just and pure;
His truth without deceit; Of our Redeemer's face;
His promises forever sure, Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
And his rewards are great.
Come, ye who love the Lord.
And let your joys be known; And heaven begins below.
Join in a song, with sweet accord,
While ye surround the throne.
The sorrows of the mind
• Be banished from this place; Your Lord and King adore ;
Religion never was designed Ye sons of men, give thanks and sing, To make our pleasures less. And triumph evermore.
Believers here have found, The mighty Saviour reigns,
A heaven begun below; In glorious worlds above;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, Hig justice and his truth maintains
From faith and hope will grow, The glory of his love.
They hear their Saviour's voice. His kingdom cannot fail,
And enter into rest; Nor his dominion cease;
In him they evermore rejoice,
By him forever blest.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets, Nor death itself could long oppose
Before we reach the heavenly fields, The mighty Lord of Life.
Or walk the golden streets. Lift up the grateful voice,
Then let our songs abound, To sing his might and love!
And every tear be dry; Rejoice! again I say, rejoice,
We're marching thro' Emanuel's ground With angel-hosts above.
To fairer worlds on high.
To praise th' eternal God;
And sound his name abroad.
Thou moon, with paler rays; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise. He built those worlds above,
And fixed their wondrous frame: By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name. By all his works above,
His honors be expressed; Bit saints, who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.
HYMN 295. Behold the morning sun
Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
It spreads diviner light;
And cheers his longing sight.
And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.
Are thy directions given !
But find the path to heaven,