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Up to Thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,

And heaven on earth be won !

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Come, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround His throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from this place;
Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less. 3 The mighty God is ours,

Our Father and our love;
He shall send down His heavenly powers,

To carry us above.
4 There shall we see His face,

And never, never sin ;
There, from the rivers of His grace,

Drink endless pleasures in.
5 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow.

6 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry; We're marching through Emmanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

C. M.

27. 1 Father divine, Thy piercing eye

Shoots through the darkest night; In deep retirement Thou art nigh,

With heart-discerning sight.
2 There shall that piercing eye survey

My duteous homage paid,
With every morning's dawning ray,

And every evening's shade.
3 O may Thine own celestial fire

The incense still inflame,
While my warm vows to Thee aspire,

Through my Redeemer's name! 4 So shall the visits of Thy love

My soul in secret bless;
So shalt Thou deign in worlds above

Thy suppliant to confess.

L. M.

28. 1 God of my life, through all its days My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise : The song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the silent hours of night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But 0! when that last conflict's o'er,

And I am chained to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies ! 5 The cheerful tribute will I give

Long as a deathless soul can live ;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

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1 0 King of earth, and air, and sea!

The hungry ravens cry to Thee:
And thou hast taught us, Lord! to pray

For daily bread from day to day !
2 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless

The bleak and lonely wilderness;
Then grant Thy servants, Lord! we pray,
Our daily bread from day to day.

3 And, Lord! when through the wilds we roam

That part us from our heavenly home;.
When, lost in danger, want, and woe,

Our faithless tears begin to flow;
4. Do thou Thy gracious comfort give,

By which alone the soul may live;
And grant Thy servants, Lord ! we pray,
The bread of life from day to day !

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1 Father of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind!
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows Thy goodness unconfined :
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace Thy wondrous love,

Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord! what offering shall we bring,

At Thine altars when we bow ?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,

Whence the kind affections flow :
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control
orrow leaves the wounded breast;

3 Willing hands, to lead the blind,

Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store.
Teach us, O thou heavenly King !
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to Thee, and all mankind.

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1 O Father! though the anxious fear

May cloud to-morrow's doubtful way,
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here;

All shall be Thine at least to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts

To worship at Thy sacred shrine;
But each unholy thought departs,

And leaves the temple wholly Thine. 3 O Father! God below, above !

Man's noblest work is praising Thee;
Thy spirit o'er our hearts shall move,
And tune them all to harmony.

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1 Shine on our souls, eternal God !
With rays of beauty shine;

O let Thy favour crown our days,

And all their round be Thine.

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