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S. M. FAWCETT.
1 BLEST is the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
3 We share our mutual woes,
4 When we are called to part,
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And perfect love and friendship reign
C. M. EXETER. COLL
1 WITH pure delight the bosom glows,
And blessed, and blessing, is his heart,
2 Prompted by love, to misery's call
3 Doth virtue in distress appear?
4 Benevolence his bosom warms,
A friend in him the poor man finds;
From him, the sweet rewards of love
And God will be his constant friend,
C. M. CENNICK.
1 BLEST is the dear, uniting love,
Our bodies may far off remove;
2 Joined in one spirit to our Head,
4 Richly we share the Saviour's grace,
Not joy, nor grief-not time, nor place.
S. M. HAWKER'S COLL.
1 ONCE more, before we part,
2 Lord, in thy grace we came,
3 Still on thy holy word
We'll live, and feed, and grow,
4 Now, Lord, before we part,
C. M. VERMONT COLL.
Fellowship with God.
1 FROM all that 's mortal, all that 's vain,
2 Not life, nor all the toys of art,
3 Not health, nor friendship here below,
Can such delight or comfort show
4 When we are made in love to bear
Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,
5 So when the icy hand of death
C. M. PRATT'S COLL
Joining the Church of Christ.
1 YE men and angels, witness now,
To him we make our solemn vow,
2 That, long as life itself shall last,
3 We trust not in our native strength,
May he with our returning wants,
4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright,
And while we turn our vows to prayers,
L. M. WATTS.
The Christian Race.
1 AWAKE, our souls-away our fears,
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
Who feel the strength of every saint ;
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
1 AWAKE, our souls-stretch every nerve,
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
1 'Tis his own hand presents the prize
3 A cloud of witnesses around
4 Blest Saviour-introduced by thee,
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
L. M. WATTS.
The Christian Warfare.
1 STAND up, our souls-shake off your fears, And gird the gospel armour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus our great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and your sins resist your course; But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Your Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let our souls march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall we wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in our glorious Leader's praise.
L. M. MONTGOMERY.
The Christian Soldier.
1 THE Christian warrior, see him stand
2 In panoply of truth complete,
With righteousness, a breastplate meet, And faith's broad shield before him spread.
3 With this omnipotence he moves,
Till more than conqueror he proves,
C. M. WATTS.
ARE we the soldiers of the cross,
And followers of the Lamb?