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Shines on every place the same;
To the souls that love his name.
He is with them by the way ;
Those who go and those who stay.
Nothing can their souls confine;
And in sweet communion join. 808.
Before his laborers lies ;
Which waits us in the skies.
In God's great work below,
To further conquests go.
We shall with them be blest,
To our eternal rest.
Toiling in cheerful hope ;
And gain the mountain-top.
And, e shall with he first-bo
And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end. 809. C. M.
To great Jehovah's name;
When we his love proclaim.
In pain a while to part;
And gladness fills our heart.
Our feet from every snare,
Which to this hour we share.
Now sanctify our joy,
Our talents to employ.
Soon shall our wanderings cease ;
A family of peace. 810. 8 & 7s. M. (Peculiar.) Parting Gift.
Hope of Meeting.
Though sure to meet to-morrow,
We feel a pang of sorrow.
We shed when thus we sever,
3 Yet, if our aims are fixed aright,
A sacred hope is given
We'll meet again in heaven.
Which time can ne'er dissever,
We part to meet for ever. 811. 6 & 5s. M. (Peculiar.) SELECT Hviss.
Reunion in Heaten.
Meet ne'er to sever ?
Round us for ever ?
Never, — no, never !
Pure as life's river ?
Changeless for ever ?
Never, — no, never !
Take us, dear Saviour ;
Happy for ever :
4 Soon shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever ;
Round us for ever :
Never, -- no, never ! 812.
C. M. Wesley's Coll.
For mutual Edification.
Each other's cross to bear ;
And feel his brother's care.
Our little stock improve ;
And perfect us in love.
Let us in all things grow,
And spotless here below. 813.
Wide o’er all nature spreads abroad;
In every place thy children keep.
Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ;
Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care.
Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine,
And guard and guide us still as thine.
Again to pay our grateful vows ;
Give us to meet around thy throne.
HEBER. “Why stand ye idle here?”. 1 THE God of glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year,
“No longer stand ye idle here !
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,
And work your Master's business here ! 4. “And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
And stand ye yet so idle here ?" 5 O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
And grant us grace to please thee here ! 815.
From noise and trouble free ;
Of souls that pray to thee.