Yet there where I am, my work is the same, To ascribe my salvation to God and the Lamb!

7 Salvation to God will I publish abroad, And make heaven ring with the cry of thy blood;

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The Lamb that was slain! lo! he liveth again, And I with my Jesus eternally reign.

L. M.

THAT my load of sin were gone!

O that I could at last submit

At Jesus' feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I can not rest till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

Fain would I learn of thee, my God!
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.

I would, but thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

MAnd I, a pilgrim stranger,

Y days are gliding swiftly by,

Would not detain them as they fly!
Those hours of toil and danger,
For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over,
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our distant home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be burning;
For, oh! &c.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing;
For, oh! &c.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;

Our King says, Come, and there's our hom Forever, oh! forever.

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For, oh! &c.

10s, 8s.

Ι

ERE o'er the earth as a stranger I roam,

Here is no rest, here is no rest!

Here as a pilgrim I wander alone,
Yet I am blest, yet I am blest!

For I look forward to that glorious day
When sin and sorrow shall vanish away;
My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!

2 Here are afflictions and trials severe, Here is no rest, here is no rest!

Here I must part with the friends I hold dear, Yet I am blest, yet I am blest!

Sweet is the promise I read in his word: Blessed are those who have died in the Lord, They have been called to receive their reward. There, there is rest, there, there is rest!

8 This world of care is a wilderness state, Here is no rest, here is no rest!

Here must I bear from the world all its hate,
Yet I am blest, yet I am blest!

Soon shall I be from the wicked released,
Soon shall the weary for ever be blest,
Soon shall I lean u on Jesus' own breast,
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!

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L. M.-double.

WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour of
prayer!

That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known;
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer,

2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear

To him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless;
And since he bids me seek his face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,

I'll cast on him my every care,

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share;

Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;

And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer.

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8s & 7s-double.

JOLY Father, thou hast taught me, HI should live to thee alone;

Ι

Year by year, thy hand hath brought me
On thro' dangers oft unknown.

When I wandered, thou hast found me;
When I doubted, sent me light.
Still thine arm has been around me,
All my paths were in thy sight.

2 In the world will foes assail me,
Craftier, stronger far than I;
And the strife may never fail me,
Well I know before I die.
Therefore, Lord, I come, believing
Thou canst give the power I need;
Thro' the prayer of faith receiving
Strength-the spirit's strength, indeed.

8 I would trust in thy protecting,
Wholly rest upon thine arm;
Follow wholly thy directing,

Thou, mine only guard from harm! Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to thee when tried,

Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at thy side.

HE rosy light is dawning
Upon the mountain's brow;
It is the Sabbath morning,
Arise and pay thy vow.
Lift up thy voice to heaven
In sacred praise and prayer,
While unto thee is given

The light of life to share.

2 The landscape, lately shrouded
By evening's paler ray,
Smiles beauteous and unclouded
Before the hour of day.
So let our souls, benighted
Too long in folly's shade,
Lord, by thy smiles be lighted
To joys that never fade.

3 O see those waters streaming,
In crystal purity,

While earth, with verdure teeming, Gives rapture to the eye.

Let rivers of salvation

In larger currents flow,
Till every tribe and nation
Their healing virtues know.

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THE mellow eve is gliding
Serenely down the west:

So every care subsiding
My soul would sink to rest.