2 In darkest shades, if He appear, My dawning is begun; He is my soul's sweet Morning Star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine, While Jesus shows His heart is mine, 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, Isaac Watts, 1707. TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 397 "Render unto God, the things that are God's." BE L. M. EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame: 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Isaac Watts, 1719, altered. "Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of Thy glory." 398 399 85 & 75. OUND the Lord in glory seated, Filled His temple, and repeated 3 Heaven is still with glory ringing, "Lord of Hosts, the Lord most high !" 4 With His seraph-train before Him, 5 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!" "For our conversation is in heaven.” O C. M. MOTHER dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, 2 Jerusalem the city is Of God our King alone; The Lamb of God, its light and bliss, 3 O happy harbor of God's saints! 4 No dimming clouds o'ershadow thee, Richard Mant. 5 Jerusalem! God's dwelling-place! I love and long to see; O that my sorrows had an end, 6 Thy walls are made of precious stones, 7 With cherubim and seraphim, And holy souls of men, To sing Thy praise, O God of hosts, Francis Baker, 1616. Altered by David Dickson, 1649. "They desire a better country, that is, an heavenly." 400 F 75 & 6s. OR thee, O dear, dear country! Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. 2 The mention of thy glory And medicine in sickness, 3 O one, O only mansion! Where tears are ever banished, 4 The Lamb is all thy splendor; 5 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, 6 Thine ageless walls are bonded 7 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! 8 Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower; Bernard of Morlaix, 1150. "From whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord 401 F Jesus Christ." AIR vision! how thy distant gleam Far fairer than the fairest dream, 2 With thee in view, how poor appear 3 Then welcome toil and care and pain, All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a prize in view. 4 Come crown and throne, come robe and palm, Rise, Sun of Righteousness! 5 When shall the clouds that veil thy rays Why dost thou tarry, day of days? Horatius Bonar. "That we may pass through the world as pilgrims and strangers, looking for and hastening unto the Second Advent of the Lord 402 Jesus." IS gone-the sacred day is o'er, 2 So shall this love our spirits raise, Spirit of truth and love divine! 4 For the pure manna of Thy word, And streams of life so richly given; Alfred Rooker. FOURTH SUNDAY BEFORE ADVENT. "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits." 403 MY S. M. Y soul, repeat His praise 2 High as the heavens are rais'd 4 The pity of the Lord To those that fear His name, 5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, |