No. 230. Bealoth. S. M. D. 1. I love Thy king-dom, Lord, The house of Thine a - bode, 2. If e'er to bless her sons, My voice or hands de ny, 3. Be-yond the high-est joy I prize her heav'n-ly ways, The Church our blest Re-deem-er bought With His own precious blood. These hands let useful skili for-sake, This voice in silence die. Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. my tears shall fall; Sure as Thy truth shall last, I love Thy Church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, For her For her To Zi my pray'rs as cend; on shall be giv'n 26 Dear as the ap-ple of Thine eye, And gra-ven on Thy hand. 236 No. 231. H. STOWELL. Retreat. L. M. THOS. HASTINGS. 1. From ev'ry storm-y wind that blows, From ev-'ry swelling tide of woes, 2. There is a place where Je-sus sheds The oil of glad-ness on our heads3. There is a scene where spir-its blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 4. There, there, on ea-gle wings we soar, And sense and sin molest no more; 5. O let my hand for-get her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 9:0 4 ritard. There is a calm, a sure re-treat; 'Tis found be-neath the mercy-seat. A place than all besides more sweet; It is the blood-bo't mercy-seat. Tho' sunder'd far, by faith they meet A- round one com - mon mercy-seat. And heav'n comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. This bound-ing heart for-get to beat, Ere I for-get the mercy-seat. No. 232. Ortonville. C. M. Dr. THOMAS HASTINGS. 1. How sweet the name of Je-sus sounds In a believer's ear! It It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast;'Tis 3. By Him my pray'rs acceptance gain, Al- tho' with sin de-filed; Sa 2. b3 6-4 soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives a-way his fear, And drives a- way his fear. manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest, And to the weary rest. tan ac-cuses me in vain. And I am owned a child, And I am owned a child. 1. By cool Si - lo-am's sha - dy rill How fair the lil - y grows! 2. Lo! such the child whose ear-ly feet The paths of peace have trod 3. By cool Si - lo-am's sha - dy rill The lil y must decay; 4. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's ma tur er age No. 235. Missionary bymn. 7s & 6s, D. REGINALD HEBER, 1819. LOWELL MASON, 1824. 4 1. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's cor- al strand, Where Afric's sun ny fountains Roll down their gold- en sand, Though ev 'ry pros-pect pleases, And ou ly man is vile; Shall we, to men be-night-ed, The lamp of life de- ny? Till, like а sea of glo ry, It spreads from pole to pole; From many an ancient riv In Sal er, From man-y a palm-y plain, kind-ness, The gifts of God are strown; va tion! The joyful sound pro- claim, Till o'er our ransomed na - ture, The Lamb for sin-ners slain, vation! O sal They call us to de liv er Their land from error's chain. The heath-en, in his blind-ness, Bows down to wood and stone. Till earth's re- mot-est na- tion Has learned Mes-si- ah's name. Redeem-er, King, Cre tor, In bliss re- turns to reign. Main-tain the honors of His word, The glo- ry of His cross. No. 237. Brown. C. M. WM. B. BRADBURY. 1. How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight, When those that love the Lord, 2. When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; 3. When, free from en- vy, scorn, and pride, Our wish-es all b4 25 4 a-bove, |