Love of social Worship.

1 AS the sun's enlivening eye

Shines on every place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh

To the souls that love his name.
2 When they move at duty's call,
He is with them by the way;
He is ever with them all,

Those who go and those who stay.

3 From his holy mercy-seat

Nothing can their souls confine;
Still in spirit they may meet,
And in sweet communion join.

Call to Labor in God's Vineyard.

1 THE vineyard of the Lord
Before his laborers lies;

And, lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.

2 O, let us then proceed

NEWTON.

WESLEYAN.

In God's great work below,
And, following our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.

3 The church of the first-born,
We shall with them be blest,

And, crowned with endless joy, return
To our eternal rest.

4 Then spend our days beneath,
Toiling in cheerful hope;
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain-top.

5 To gather home his own,
God shall his angels send,

And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end.

Gratitude for Preservation.

1 COME, let us strike our harps afresh
To great Jehovah's name;

Sweet be the accents of our tongues
When we his love proclaim.

2 'T was by his bidding we were called
In pain a while to part;
'Tis by his care we meet again,
And gladness fills our heart.

3 Blest be the hand that has preserved
Our feet from every snare,
And blest the goodness of the Lord,
Which to this hour we share.

4 O, may thy spirit's quickening power
Now sanctify our joy,

And warm our zeal in works of love
Our talents to employ.

5 Fast, fast our minutes fly away;

Soon shall our wanderings cease;
Then with our Father we shall dwell,
A family of peace.

REED.

810. 8 & 7s. M. (Peculiar.) PARTING GIFT.

Hope of Meeting.

1 WHEN forced to part from those we love,
Though sure to meet to-morrow,
We still a painful anguish prove,
We feel a pang of sorrow.

2 But who can e'er describe the tears
We shed when thus we sever,
If doomed to part for months, for
To part perhaps for ever?

years,

3 Yet, if our aims are fixed aright,
A sacred hope is given

Though here our prospects end in night,
We'll meet again in heaven.

4 Then let us form those bonds above
Which time can ne'er dissever,
Since, parting in a Saviour's love,
We part to meet for ever.

811. 6 & 5s. M. (Peculiar.) SELECT HYESS

Reunion in Heaven.

1 WHEN shall we meet again?
Meet ne'er to sever?

When will Peace wreath her chain

Round us for ever?

Our hearts will ne'er repose

Safe from each blast that blows
In this dark vale of woes,

Never, no, never!

2 When shall love freely flow
Pure as life's river?
When shall sweet friendship glow
Changeless for ever?

Where joys celestial thrill,
Where bliss each heart shall fill,
And fears of parting chill

Never, no, never!

4 Soon shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever;

812.

Soon shall Peace wreath her chain
Round us for ever:

Our hearts will then repose
Secure from worldly woes;

Our songs of praise shall close

Never,

- no, never!

C. M.

For mutual Edification.

WESLEY'S COLL.

1 HELP us to help each other, Lord,
Each other's cross to bear;

Let each his friendly aid afford,
And feel his brother's care.
2 Help us to build each other up ;
Our little stock improve ;
Increase our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love.

3 Up into thee, our living Head,
Let us in all things grow,

Till thou hast made us free indeed,
And spotless here below.

813.

L. M.

The Christian Farewell.

DODDRIDGE.

1 THY presence, everlasting God!
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad;
Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep,
In every place thy children keep.
2 While near each other we remain,
Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ;
When sep'rate, happy if we share
Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care.
3 To thee we all our ways commit,
And seek our comforts near thy feet;

Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine,
And guard and guide us still as thine.
4 Give us, in thy beloved house,
Again to pay our grateful vows;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.

"Why stand ye idle here?" 1 THE God of glory walks his round, From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each, with awful sound, "No longer stand ye idle here!

HEBER

2 "Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy-bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light!

Ah, fools! why stand ye idle here?

3 "O, if the griefs ye would assuage
That wait on life's declining year,
Secure a blessing for your age,

And work your Master's business here!
4"And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your worthless day!
And stand ye yet so idle here?"
5 O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord,
And grant us grace to please thee here!
C. M.

815.

The Blessedness of the Devout.

1 HOW lovely are thy dwellings, Lord,
From noise and trouble free;
How beautiful the sweet accord
Of souls that pray to thee.

MILTON.