Hymn of Praise.

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WITH joy we lift our eyes

To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before thy throne we bow,
O thou almighty King;

Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.
3 While in thy house we kneel,
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

Thomas Jervis.

NOW LET our voices join
To raise a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 See-flowers of paradise,

In rich profusion, spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See-Salem's golden spires,
In beauteous prospect, rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way,To him who leads the pilgrims on

To realms of endless day.

Philip Doddridge.

SWABIA. S. M.

Arr. by W. H. HAVERGAL.

THIS is the day of light:

Let there be light to-day;

O Day-spring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.

2 This is the day of rest:

Our failing strength renew;

On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed thou thy freshening dew.
3 This is the day of peace:
Thy peace our spirits fill;

Bid thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.

4 This is the day of prayer:

Let earth to heaven draw near; Lift up our hearts to seek thee there; Come down to meet us here.

5 This is the first of days:

Send forth thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death!

CLEVELAND. S. M.

John Ellerton.

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Fruits of Holiness.

LORD of the hearts of men,

Thou hast vouchsafed to bless,
From age to age, thy chosen saints
With fruits of holiness.

2 Here faith and hope and love
Reign in sweet bond allied;
There, when this little day is o'er,
Shall love alone abide.

3 Oh, love, oh, truth, oh, light!
Light never to decay!

Oh, rest from thousand labors past!
Oh, endless Sabbath-day!

4 Here, bearing the good seed,
'Mid cares and tears we come;
There, with rejoicing hearts, we bear

Our harvest-burdens home.

5 Oh, give us, mighty Lord,

The fruits thyself dost love; Soon shalt thou from thy judgment-seat Crown thine own gifts above.

J. R. Woodford, tr.

U. C. BURNAP.

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Psalm 92.

SWEET is the work, O Lord,

Thy glorious name to sing;

To praise and pray-to hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet-at the dawning light,

Thy boundless love to tell;

And when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet-on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice,

With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

Harriet Auber.

E. A. SYDENHAM.

SYDENHAM. S. M.

COME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;

But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake, every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing, how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims! on the road
To Zion's city, sing!

Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,-
In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,-

"Ye blesséd children! come;" Soon will he call us hence away, And take his wanderers home. 5 There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.

William Hammond.