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EMMONS. C. M.

F. BURGMÜLLer.

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on his word, Can ne'er be o

ver-thrown, Can ne'er be 0 - ver-thrown.

1 Let us rejoice in Christ the Lord, Who claims us for his own; The hope that's built upon his word, ||: Can ne'er be overthrown. :||

2 Though many foes beset us round,
And feeble is our arm,

Our life is hid with Christ in God
: Beyond the reach of harm. :||

3 Weak as we are, we will not faint,
Or, fainting, cannot fail;
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
: Must in the end prevail. :||

4 As surely as he overcame,

And conquered death and sin,

So surely those that trust his name |: Will all his triumph win. :||

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1 No longer far from rest I roam,
And search in vain for bliss ;
My soul is satisfied at home;
|: The Lord my portion is. :||

2 Jesus, who on his glorious throne
Rules heaven, and earth, and sea,
Is pleased to claim me for his own,
|: And give himself to me. :||

3 His person fixes all my love;

His blood removes my fear; And, while he pleads for me above, ||: His arm preserves me here. :||

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1 Behold where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
|: With mildest radiance shine. :||
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
: Was his divine employ. :||

3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life; |: He labored for their good.:||

4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ; His image may we bear;

O may we tread his holy steps, |: His joy and glory share! :||

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ENFIELD.

1 O happy they who know the Lord, With whom he deigns to dwell! He feeds and cheers them with his word, |: His arm supports them well. :|| 2 His presence sweetens all our cares, And makes our burdens light; A word from him dispels our fears, |: And gilds the gloom of night. :||

3 Lord, we expect to suffer here, Nor would we dare repine, But give us still to find thee near, ||: And own us still for thine. :|| J. NEWTON.

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LAKE ENON. S. M.

I. B. WOODBURY.

1 Like sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock.

4 But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,

And make him see a num'rous seed
To recompense his pain.

I. WATTS.

1 Arise, ye saints, arise!

The Lord your leader is;
The foe before his banner flies,
And victory is his.

2 We follow him, our Guide,

Our Captain, and our King;

We follow him, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal spring.

3 We soon shall see the day

When all our toils shall cease; When we can cast our cares away, And dwell in endless peace.

4 This hope supports us here ;

It makes our burdens light;

'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer Till faith shall end in sight.

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T. KELLY.

1 Thou, Lord, art gone on high,
To realms beyond the skies;
And round thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.

2 But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed ;
Lord, send thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.

3 And girt with griefs and fears,
Our onward course must be ;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to thee.

1 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us ;

Much we need thy tend'rest care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us;
For our use thy folds prepare:
|: Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Thou hast bought us, thine we are. :

2 We are thine; do thou befriend us;
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep thy flock; from sin defend us;

Seek us when we go astray;

||: Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

Hear, O hear us when we pray. :||

3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse, and power to free: |: Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus,

We will early turn to thee. :|[]

4 Early let us seek thy favor;

Early let us do thy will;

Blessed Lord and only Saviour,

1 Jesus, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past!
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive me home at last.

2 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone!

Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin :
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.

1 Lord, thou art my rock of strength, And my home is in thine arms; Thou wilt send me help at length,

And I feel no wild alarms :

Sin nor death can pierce the shield
Thy defence has o'er me thrown,
Up to thee myself I yield,

And my sorrows are thine own.

2 When my trials tarry long

Unto thee I look and wait;
Knowing none, though keen and strong,
Can my trust in thee abate;
And this faith I long have nursed,
Comes alone, O God, from thee;
Thou my heart didst open first,
Thou didst set this hope in me.

3 Let thy mercy's wings be spread
O'er me, keep me close to thee;
In the peace thy love doth shed,
Let me dwell eternally!

Be my all in all I do,

Let me only seek thy will;
Let my heart to thee be true

And thus peaceful, calm and still.

FRANCKE.