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PHILIP. iv. 11, 12.

1 O Lord, my best desires fulfil,

and help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, and make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, whose love forbids my fears; Or tremble at thy gracious hand, which wipes away my tears.

3 No, let me rather freely yield
what most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'tis better still to want.

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COL. iii. 16, 17.

1 PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps his courts below:

Praise the holy God of love,

And all his greatness show:

Praise him for his noble deeds,

Praise him for his matchless power;

Him from whom all good proceeds,

Let earth and heaven adore.

2 Let the grateful notes resound,
In the great Saviour's name;
Let the anthem's lengthen'd sound,
Redeeming love proclaim:

Praise with tuneful voices sing,
All in hymns of heavenly art;
But that tribute chiefly bring,
The music of the heart.

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The same.

1 GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring,

While Jehovah's praise we sing;
Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name ador'd.

2 Men on earth, and saints above,
Sing the great Redeemer's love;
Lord, thy mercies never fail,
Hail! celestial goodness, hail!

3 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear
These our hallelujahs hear;

Purer praise we hope to bring,
When with saints above we sing.

4 While on earth ordain'd to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way;
Till we come to reign with thee,
And thy glorious greatness see.

5 Then, with angels, we'll again
Wake a louder, louder strain;
Then in joyful songs of praise,
We'll our grateful voices raise.

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6 There no tongue shall silent be,
All shall join sweet harmony;
And through heaven's spacious round,
Grateful notes shall ever sound.

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1 THES. iv. 13, to the end.

1 TAKE comfort, Christians! when your friends

in Jesus fall asleep;

Their better being never ends,
why then dejected weep?

2 Why inconsolable, as those
to whom no hope is given?
Death is the messenger of peace,
and calls the soul to heaven.

3 As Jesus died, and rose again
victorious from the dead;

So his disciples rise, and reign
with their triumphant head.

4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend;

And the last trumpet's awful voice
the heavens and earth shall rend.

5 Then they who live shall changed be,
and they who sleep shall wake;
The grave shall yield her, ancient charge,
and earth's foundations shake.

6 The saints of God, from death set free, with joy shall mount on high;

The heavenly hosts, with praises loud, shall meet them in the sky.

7 Together to their Father's house,
with joyful hearts they go;

And dwell for ever with the Lord,
beyond the reach of woe.

8 A few short years of evil past,
we reach the happy shore;
Where death-divided friends at last
shall meet, to part no more.

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1 THES. v. 22, 23.

1 WATCH'D by the world's malignant eye,

Which seeks to wound an honest fame,

As servants of the Lord most high,
As zealous for his glorious name,
We ought, in all his paths, to move
With holy fear and humble love.

2 That wisdom, Lord, on us bestow,
From sin's appearance to depart;
To stop the mouth of ev'ry foe;

Yet upright both in life and heart,
Our duty may we still pursue,

Whate'er an erring world

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may do.

2 THES. iii. 16.

1 PEACE be to this congregation,

Peace, the fruit of pardon'd sin;

Peace with God, through his salvation,

Peace with man,

and peace within.

2 Peace which speaks its heavenly Giver,
Peace to worldly minds unknown;
Peace divine, which lasts for ever,
Flowing from Jehovah's throne.

3 Let thy peace, O God! attend us,
While through this vain world we roam;
From all real ills defend us,

Lead us to our heavenly home.

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1 Tim i. 14-17.

1 RISE, O my soul, the hour review

when, aw'd by guilt and fear, Thou dar'dst not God for mercy sue, nor hope for pity here.

2 How oft in sin's bewild'ring maze, these erring feet have stray'd; Far from religion's peaceful ways, nor sought her friendly aid.

3 But bless'd the hour, when, by God's grace,
through Jesus Christ bestow'd,
My soul was led to seek the place
where peace holds her abode.

4 To save the guilty, Jesus came;
let a lost world rejoice!
And chief of sinners though I am,

I've heard the Saviour's voice.

5 Dry'd now my tears, my griefs are fled,
dispell'd each rankling care;

My God himself has lent his aid
to raise me from despair.