THU art and, high upon thy throne,

HOU art the everlasting Son,

Thou art at the right hand of God,
And hast redeemed us by thy blood;
And heaven and earth are full of thee,
The glory of thy Majesty!

2 When all the sharpness of our death
Was overcome in thy last breath,
Then didst thou open wide heaven's
door

To all believers evermore:

O Lamb of God! and thou wilt come,
To be our Judge, and take us home.

3 In thee we trust: we pray thee, Lord,
Remember thy most precious blood!
In honor may we numbered be
With all the noble company,
Who bow before thy mercy-seat,
And cast their treasures at thy feet.

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And joy, and everlasting love:
To me, with thy great name, are given
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.
Jesus, my all in all thou art;

My rest in toil, my ease in pain;
The healing of my broken heart;

In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown:
4 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;

My light, in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;
My life in death, my all in all.

2 Fear not, though many should oppose, For God is stronger than thy foes,

And makes thy cause his own: The promised land before thee lies, Go and possess the glorious prize, Reserved for thee alone.

3 In glory, there the King appears, He wipes away his people's tears,

And makes their sorrows cease;
From toil and strife they there repose,
And dwell secure from all their foes,
In everlasting peace.

4 Fair emblem of a better rest,
Of which believers are possessed,
Beyond material space;
Methinks I see the heavenly shore,
Where sin and sorrow are no more,
And long to reach the place.

5 Nor shall I always absent be
From him my soul desires to see,

Within the realms of light.

Ere long my Lord will rend the veil,
And not a cloud shall then conceal
His glory from my sight.

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,

Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name. Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and

skies

In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels catch the thrilling sound;
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.

3 Let every element rejoice:

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice,
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Let saints, redeemed from death and
hell,

In louder, loftier numbers tell,

The wonders of his grace: Beyond creation's utmost bounds; Above her noblest sweetest sounds, Declare Jehovah's praise.

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THOU that hear'st the prayer of
faith,

Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood:
That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for me,

And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from eternal death,
The Spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send:

By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,-
Thy Maker is thy Friend."

4 The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,

To bid me come away;

Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting day.

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That calls me to thy hallow'd dome,
HE festal morn, my God, is come,
Thy presence to adore:

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the sacred floor.

2 With joy shall I behold the day,
That cells my thirsting soul away,―
To dwell among the blest!
For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest!

3 E'en now, to my expecting eyes,
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise;
E'en now, with glad survey,

I view her mansions, that contain
The angel forms, å beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.

4 Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo, the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues em-
And hail th' immortal King. [ploy,

And skies and stars obey thy word;
Thy throne was fixed on high

Ere stars adorned the sky:

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.

Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage; Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown

Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high.

4 Thy promises are true,

Thy grace is ever new,

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er re

And walls of strength embrace thee WI trial's fearful hour

Bow all resigned beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power:
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.

2 An earthly mind, a faithless heart,
Christ sees with pitying eye;
He will not let his grace depart,
But-kind severity!—

He takes a hostage of our love,
To draw the parent's heart above.

3 There stands our child before the Lord,
In royal vesture dressed;
A victor ere he drew the sword,

Ere he had toiled, at rest.

No doubts this blessed faith bedim;
We know that Jesus died for him.

4 O blessed be the hand that gave;
Still blessed when it takes;
Blessed be he who smites to save,

Who heals the heart he breaks.
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores, and death obeys.