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4 I climb to heaven, and Thou art there;
To the low dungeon I repair,

And make my bed—behold Thee still,
Thy piercing eye, Thy ruling will!

5 What if the wings of morn I take,
My tent in farthest ocean make?

Even there Thy hand shall guide my way,
Thy strong right arm my goings stay.

6 Then said I, Darkness sure will hide;
But night was day on every side:
The darkness is not dark with Thee;
By day and night Thy beams are free.


COME, let us search our hearts, and try
If all our ways be right:
Is God's great rule of equity
Our practice and delight?

2 Have we to others truly done

As we would have them do?
Envious, unkind, and false to none,
But always just and true i

3 In vain we speak of Jesu's blood,

And place in Him our trust,
If, while we boast our love to God,
We prove to men unjust.

4 Thou, before whom we stand in awe,

And tremble, and obey,
Write in our hearts Thy perfect law,
And keep us in Thy way.


HOPE, Christian soul: in every stage
Of this thine earthly pilgrimage
Let heavenly joy thy thoughts engage:
Abound in hope.

2 Hope, though thy lot be want and woe, Though hate's rude storms against thee blow; Thy Saviour's lot was such below:

Abound in hope.

3 Hope, for to all who meekly bear

His cross, He gives His crown to wear;
Abasement here is glory there:

Abound in hope.

4 Hope, though thy dear ones round thee die; Behold with faith's illumined eye

Their deathless home beyond the sky:
Abound in hope.

5 Hope, for upon that happy shore
Sorrow and sighing will be o'er,

And saints shall meet to part no more:
Abound in hope.

6 Hope, through the watches of the night;
Hope, till the morrow bring the light;
Hope, till thy faith be lost in sight:

Abound in hope.


FEAR not, O little flock, the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and power:
What though your courage sometimes faints,
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints
Lasts but a little hour.

2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs;

Then leave it to your Lord:
Though hidden yet from all our eyes,
He sees the Gideon who shall rise

To save us and His word.

3 As true as God's own word is true,
Not earth or hell with all their crew

Against us shall prevail.
A jest and byword are they grown:
God is with us, we are His own,

Our victory cannot fail.

4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer!
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare,

Fight for us once again:
So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise
A mighty chorus to Thy praise,

World without end. Amen!

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GOD the Lord a King remaineth,
Robed in His own glorious light:
God hath robed Him, and He reigneth—
He hath girded Him with might.

God is King in depth and height.

2 In her everlasting station

Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid Thy throne's foundation,
From all time where thought can soar.

Lord, Thou art for evermore.

3 Lord, the water-floods have lifted,

Ocean-floods have lift their roar:
Now they pause where they have drifted,
Now they burst upon the shore.

For the Ocean's sounding store.

4 With all tones of waters blending

Glorious is the breaking deep:
Glorious, beauteous without ending,

God, who reigns on heaven's high steep.

Songs of Ocean never sleep.

5 Lord, the words Thy lips are telling

Are the perfect verity:
Of Thine high eternal dwelling
Holiness shall inmate be.

Pure is all that lives with Thee.

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'T'^HERE was joy in heaven!
\ There was joy in heaven!
When this goodly world to frame
The Lord of might and mercy came:
Shouts of joy were heard on high,
And the stars sang from the sky—
Glory to God in heaven!

There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When the billows, heaving dark,
Sank around the stranded ark,
And the rainbow's watery span
Spake of mercy, hope to man,
And peace with God in heaven!

There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When of love the midnight beam
Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem;
And along the echoing hill
Angels sang—On earth good-will,
And glory in the heaven!

[ There is joy in heaven!
There is joy in heaven!
When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul, by grace subdued,
Sobs its prayer of gratitude,
Then is there joy in heaven!

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