HOLDEN.

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Ye to the Waters.

LET every mortal ear attend,

WATTS.

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind!

Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast;
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

Ho, ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die!

Here you may quench your raging thirst,

With springs that never dry.

DUNCAN.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

149. The Church Below and Above.

C. WESLEY.

THE saints on earth and souls above,

But one communion make; Joined to the Lord in bonds of love, All of his grace partake.

One family, we dwell in him;

One church above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God, To his command we bow;

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ANON.

EVEN he who lit the stars of old,
And filled the ocean broad,
Whose works and ways are manifold,
Our Father is our God.

There comes no change upon his years, No failure to his hand;

His love will lighten all our cares,

His law our steps command.

Then as his children we may come, For he hath called us near,

And part are crossing now.

Oh God, be thou our constant guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

150. The Mission of Christ. Doddridge. HARK, the glad sound! the Savior comes! The Savior promised long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

The love that casts out fear.

To clear the mental ray ;

When spring renews her reign;

And call to life the fragrant flowers O'er forest, hill, and plain ;

The bleeding soul to cure ;

And with the treasure of his grace Enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thy welcome still proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

Descends on all below,

And o'er the millions of our race

His gentle blessings flow.

All that the reign of sin destroyed,
The Savior shall restore;
And, from the treasures of the Lord,
Shall give us blessings more.

SIMPSON.

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153. Her Ways are Ways of Pleasantness.

LOGAN.

Oн, happy is the man who hears Instruction's warning voice, And who celestial Wisdom makes His early, only choice.

For she has treasure greater far Than east or west unfold, And her reward is more secure Than is the gain of gold.

She guides the young, with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

According as her labors rise,

So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

Death of Children.

154.
YE mourning ones, whose streaming
Flow o'er your children dead, [tears
Say not in transports of despair

That all your hopes are fled.

If, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and reverence view
A heavenly Parent nigh.

I'll give the mourner, saith the Lord,
In my own house a place;
No names of daughters nor of sons
Could yield so high a grace.

We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,
Through which thy face we see ;
And bless those wounds which thro'
our hearts

Prepare a way for thee.