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UR God is love; and all his saints
His image bear below:

The heart with love to God inspir'd,
With love to man will glow.

2 O may we love each other, Lord,
As we are lov'd of Thee!

For none are truly sons of God
Who live in enmity.

3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss,
Our hopes and fears the same,

The cords of love our hearts should bind,
The law of love inflame.

4 So shall the vain contentious world
Our peaceful lives approve,
And wond'ring say, as they of old,
"See how these Christians love!"

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HYMN LX. P. M.

COME, ye who love the Lord,

And feel his quick'ning power,

Unite, with one accord,

His goodness to adore;

To heav'n and earth aloud proclaim
Your great Redeemer's glorious Name!

He left his throne above,

His glory laid aside,

Came down on wings of love,

And wept, and bled, and died:

The pangs He bore, what tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!

3 He burst the grave: He rose
Victorious from the dead;

And thence his vanquish'd foes
In glorious triumph led:

Up thro' the heav'ns the Conqueror rode
Triumphant, to the throne of God.
4 He soon again will come,
His chariot will not stay,
To bear his children home,
To realms of endless day:
Then shall we see his glorious face,
And sing the triumphs of his grace!

HYMN LXI. c. M.

WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 When, in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless haste I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd me with Thy grace.

4 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

HYMN LXII. 6 SEVENS.

ORD, before Thy throne we bend;
Lord, to Thee our hopes ascend;
Servants to our Master true,

Lord, we yield Thee homage due;
Children, to our Sire we fly;

Holy Father, hear our cry!

2 From the heav'ns, Thy dwelling-place,
Hear, and shed Thy pard'ning grace;
In temptation's dang'rous hour
Leave us not beneath its power;
Jesus, Saviour, yet be nigh,
Lord of life and victory!

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HYMN LXIII. 6 EIGHTS. PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen. With garlands gay of various green; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield: And earth and ocean seem'd to say, "Our beauties are but for a day." 2 I praised the sun, whose chariot roll'd On wheels of amber and of gold; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky: And moon and sun in answer said, "Our days of light are numbered." 3 O God, O good beyond compare! If thus Thy meaner works are fair; If thus Thy bounties gild the span Of ruin'd earth, and sinful man; How glorious must the mansion be Where Thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee!

HYMN LXIV. C. M.

1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind,

In Thee our hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes,
We shall not trust in vain.

2 In early years Thou wast our guide,
And of our youth the friend;
And as our days began with Thee,
With Thee our days shall end.

3 We know the Power in whom we trust,
The arm on which we lean:
He will our Saviour ever be,
Who has our Saviour been.

4 Therefore in life we trust in Thee,
In death we will adore;

And after death will sing Thy praise,
When time shall be no more.

HYMN LXV. L. M.

HEE we adore, Eternal Lord!

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We praise Thy Name with one accord; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship Thee. 2 To Thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high; Cherub and Seraph, height o'er height, The heav'ns, and all the powers of light. 3 The Apostles join the glorious throng; The Prophets swell th' immortal song; The Martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to Thy praise.

4 Thee, Holy, Holy, Holy King;

Thee, the Lord God of Hosts, they sing ; Through earth below, and heav'n above, Resound Thy glory and Thy love.

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HYMN LXVI. L. M.

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(From The Spirit of the Psalms.")

LEARN of me," the Saviour cried, "O learn of me, ye sons of pride!

For I am lowly, humble, meek,

No haughty looks high thoughts bespeak!" 2 Thus spake creation's mighty Lord, By all the host of heav'n ador'd,

Who was ere time its course began, And breath'd the breath of life in man. 3 Yes, blest Immanuel! Thou wast mild, Patient, and gentle, as a child;

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And they who would Thy kingdom see
Must meek and lowly be, like Thee.

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HYMN LXVII. P. M.

ORD of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the life and light!
Maker, Teacher infinite!

Jesus! hear, and save!

2 Mighty Monarch! Saviour mild;
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, revil'd;
Jesus! hear, and save!

3 Thron'd above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of Lords, and King of Kings!
Jesus! hear, and save!