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3 Our Jesns shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng; Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.
1 THE temple's lofty golden spires,
Fell at the warriors' feet, Forsaken are the marble choirs,
And lost the mercy seat.
2 Now, where shall sinful, guilty man,
Whose days are few and fleet, Find ere he crosses life's short span,
The heav'nly mercy seat.
3 While thus I mourn'd beneath my load,
I beard in accents sweet,
“Christ is the mercy seat.”
4 Thus spake the voice, and glad I heard,
My heart with pleasure beat,
Now at the mercy seat.
5 The Saviour answers from the sky,
The' inspiring sounds I greet,
While there's a mercy seat.”
C. M. Alpha and Omega.
1 HAIL, Alpha and Omega hail;
Author of all our faith, The finisher of all our hopes,
The truth, the life, the path!
2 Hail, first and last, the morning star,
In whom we live and move ! Increase our little spark of faith,
And multiply our love.
3 Let that belief which Jesus taught,
Be treasur'd in our breast; The evidence of unseen joys,
The substance of our rest.
4 0 let us go from strength to strengti,
From grace to greater grace, From one degree of faith to more,
Till we behold thy face. 78
8. 7. Precious. SEARLE. 1 SWEET to see the floweret blushing,
Opening all its beauties wide; Sweet to taste the streamlet gushing,
Fresh’ning from the mountain's side. Sweet to hear soft numbers flowing
From the lute's melodious string ; Sweet to feel mild zephyrs blowing,
Bearing odours on the wing. 2 Sweeter far Jehovah Jesus,
To the sight, the ear, the taste; He has every thing to please us,
With such gentle glory grac'd.
None its varied tints can paint;
When the thirsty soul is faint, 3 His dear name, like heav'n's high chorus
Sounds in accents passing sweet;
Heav'n and earth appear to meet.
4 Ever shall our souls adore tbee,
O thou matchless Lord of light! While thy beauties in full glory,
Burst upon the ravish'd sight.
FROM pole to pole let others roam,
And search in vain for bliss ; My soul is satisfi'd at home,
The Lord my portion is.
2 Jesus, who on his glorions throne,
Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea; Is pleas'd to claim me for his own,
And give himself to me.
3 His person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
His arm preserves me here.
4 His word of promise is my food,
His spirit is my guide;
And all my wants supply'd.
5 For him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace, for bim, renown; Well may I glory in his cross,
While he prepares my crown.
L. M. Prince of Salem. CAMPBELL
Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye.
The long-expected hour is nigli ;
2 See mercy from the golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold, she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair.
3 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart!
4 0 Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;