2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow
Though vilest of them all;

But can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out
When thou for them shalt call?
3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace.
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear.
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Among thy saints let me be found Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound To see thy smiling face;

Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,

While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sov'reign grace.

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L. M. Shall the dead arise and praise thee?-PSA. 88. 10. HILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah! soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

While yet a pard'ning God is found.

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.

4 In that lone land of deep despair
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise;
No God regard your bitter prayer,
Nor Saviour call you to the skies.

5 Now God invites-how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

While yet a pard'ning God is found.

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These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made thein white in the blood of the Lamb.-REV. 7. 14.

THO are these in bright array,

This innumerable throng,
Round the altar night and day
Hymning one triumphant song?
Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;

New dominion every hour.

2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead.

Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And forever from their eyes

God shall wipe away their tears.

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That good part which shall not be taken away.
LUKE 10. 42.

WE

HY will ye waste on trifling cares

That life which God's compassion spares:
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?

2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain?
And all these pleas unite in vain?

3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue:
Not so will heaven and hell appear
When death's decisive hour is near.

4 Almighty God! thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction on each heart;
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares
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Serve the Lord with gladness: come before hi presence with singing.-PSA. 100. 2.

WITH one consent let all the eartli

To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise.

2 Convinced that he is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed;
We, whom he chooses for his own,

The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 3 O enter, then, his temple gate,

Thence to his courts devoutly press,
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his Name with praises bless.
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good,
His mercy is forever sure:

His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.

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In due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

WORK

GAL. 6. 9.

ORK, Christian labourer, work,
Now while 'tis called to-day;

Toil in thy Master's work,

And, toiling, watch and pray. The tempter bids thee pause and sleep; Work! if thou wouldst the harvest reap. 2 Pray, Christian pilgrim, pray! And keep thine armour bright, Though rugged be the way,

Though cheerless be the night. Through darkest night and weariest day Pray without ceasing-Christian! pray. 3 Fight, Christian soldier, fight! The battle is the Lord's; Strong in Jehovah's might,

The strength himself affords.

O'er foes without, and foes within,

Strong in the Lord, the day thou'lt win.

4 Wait, Christian workman, wait
Nor yet impatient be,
In this thine earthly state,

The harvest time to see.

The Lord's appointed time will come:
He'll take his faithful workmen home.

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The night cometh, when no man can work.

JOIN 9. 4.

WORK, for the night is coming,

Work through the morning hours;
Work, while the dew is sparkling,
Work 'mid springing flowers.
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labour,
Rest comes sure and soon;
Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store,
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;

Work while the night is dark'ning,
When man's work is o'er.