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HYMN XLIX.

Isaac went out to meditate in the field at even-tide.

Gen. xxiv. 63.

Ib there a time when moments flow,
More peacefully than all beside—

It is, of all the times below,
A sabbath eve in summer tide.

If heav'n be ever felt below,

So calm a season, sure, as this, May cause a heart on earth, to Know

Some foretaste of celestial bliss.

Delightful hour! how soon will night
Cast her dark mantle o'er thy reign!

And morning's quick returning light
Must call us to the world again.

Yet, there shall dawn at last, a day;

A sun that never sets shall rise; Night will not veil his ceaseless ray;

The heav'nly sabbath never dies.

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Whosoever ihall be ashamed of me. Mark viii. 38.

Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Asham'd of thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.

Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaVn depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!

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The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord. Rev. xi. 15.

Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun

Does his successive journeys run:

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

To him shall endless pray'r be made,
And praise from ev'ry tongue be paid:
His name, like incense sweet, shall rise,
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.

Where he displays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curse are known no more,
In him, the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.

Let every creature rise and bring
Their grateful tribute to our king:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen!

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How amiable are thy tabemaclea. Ps. lxxxiv. 1.

Lord of the worlds above;

How pleasant and how fair,
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
My heart aspires to thy abode,
With warm desires to meet my God.

O! happy souls that pray,

Where God appoints to hear; O ! happy men that pay Their constant service there j Thrice happy they, who praise thee still, And love the way to Zion's hill.

They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears; Till each arrives at length, Till each in heav'n appears; O! glorious seat, when God our King Our willing feet shall thither bring.

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God loyeth a cheerful giver. 2 Cor. ix. 7.

Lord, when our ofFrings we present
Before thy gracious throne;

We hut return what thou hast lent,
And give thee of thine own.

Ourselves, our all, to thee we owe,
To us thou'rt ever kind;

And while we of thy gifts bestow,
Give thou the willing mind.

The pow'r and willingness to give
Alike proceed from thee;

Debtors we are, and while we live
Debtors shall ever be.

O Lord! our contributions bless
For their appointed end;

And crown with happiest success,
The cause which we befriend.

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