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Thy love we praise,
Which knows no days,
And ever brings us nigher:
We clap our hands exulting,
In thine almighty favour:
The love divine

Which made us thine,
Shall keep us thine forever.
3 Thou dost conduct thy people
Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear,

While thou art near,
The fire of tribulation:

The world, with sin and satan,
In vain our march opposes;
By thee we shall

Break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses..
4 By faith we see the glory
To which thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise,

For that high prize,

Which thou hast set before us:
And if thou count us worthy,
We each as dying Stephen,
Shall see thee stand

At God's right hand,
To take us up to heav'n.

Hymn 197.

[Tune, Amsbury.]

New Year's Day.

COME, let us anew,

Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the master appear:

His adorable will

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Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope and the labour of love.

Our life is a dream,

Our time as a stream
Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

O that each in the day

Of his coming, may say,

"I have fought my way through,

"I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do." O that each from his Lord,

May receive the glad word;
"Well and faithfully done,

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

[Tune, Hymn to the Trinity.]

Praise to Jehovah.

1 COME, thou Almighty King,

Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise !

Father all-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise,

Scatter our enemies,

And make them fall!

Let thine almighty aid
Our sure defence be made,

Our souls on thee be stay'd:
Lord, hear our call!

3 Come, thou incarnate word,
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our pray'r attend!
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,

On us descend!

4 Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour!
Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in ev'ry heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of pow'r!

5 To the great One in Three
Eternal praises be,

Hence evermore!

His sov'reign Majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore!

Hymn 199. L. M.

[Tune, Lambeth.]

Hope in Despair. Psalm lxxvii. 7, 10, 1 ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign; I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine. 2 Dishearten'd with waiting so long, I sink at thy feet with my load; All plaintive I pour out my song, And stretch forth my hands unto God.

3 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,
The rock that is higher than I.
4 Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice;
Thy presence is fair to behold;
Attend to my sorrows and cries,
And groanings that cannot be told.
5 If sometimes I strive as I mourn,
My hold of thy promise to keep,
The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep.
6 Almighty to rescue thou art;

Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r;
Come, succour and gladden my heart,
Let this be the day of thy pow'r.

Men.

1 TELL US, O women, we would know
Whither so fast ye move?

Women.

We, call'd to leave the world below,
Are seeking one above.

Men.

2 Whence came ye? say, what the place That ye are trav'ling from?

Women.

From tribulation, we, through grace,
Are now returning home.

Men.

3 Is not your native country here?
Like you not this abode ?

Women.

We seek a better country far,
A city built by God.

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4 Thither we travel, nor intend
Short of that bliss to rest:
Nor we, till in the sinner's Friend
Our weary souls are bless'd.
Chorus.

5 Friends of the Bridegroom, we shall reign; Saviour, we ask no more!

Hail, Lamb of God! for sinners slain !
Whom heav'n and earth adore.

1 'SHEPHERDS rejoice! lift up your eyes,
'And send your fears away:
'News from the region of the skies-
'Salvation's born to day!

2 Jesus, the Lord, whom angels fear,
'Comes down to dwell with you;
'To day he makes his entrance here,
'But not as monarchs do.

3 No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
'Nor royal shining things:
'A manger for his cradle stands,
And holds the King of Kings.

4 Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
'And see his humble throne:
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
'Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.'
Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song :-

6' Glory to God that reigns above,
'Let peace surround the earth;
'Mortals shall know their Maker's love
'At their Redeemer's birth."