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What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!

There's nothing here deserves my joys;
There's nothing like my God.

To thee we owe our wealth, and friends,
And health, and safe abode;
Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

6 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore,
Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.

HYMN XCIX. C. M.

Hope of Heaven, by the Resurrection of Christ. 1 BLESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord;

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SYAN C C. M.

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Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus :"

Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."

Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN CI. L. M.

The Sabbath.

1 HAIL, peaceful day of hallow'd rest,
Sweet harbinger of joys above!
Thine hours are all by Jesus bless'd,
And shine on man with beams of love.

2 'Twas mercy first ordain'd the day
In kind compassion to our woes,

That we might learn the heav'nly way,
And find in Christ our true repose.

3 It comes this dreary waste to cheer,
And shed celestial peace abroad,
With sacred truth to bless the ear,

And raise th' immortal soul to God.

4 Ye careless, who profanely waste

These sacred hours of mercy now; Soon will your vain delights be past, And all the fruit-remorse and woe. 5 No more no more profane the day, Nor let your sabbaths pass in vain; But learn to seek, and strive, and pray, As those who have a heav'n to gain.

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1 AWAKE, my heart; my soul, arise, This is the day believers prize; Improve this sabbath, then, with care; Another may not be thy share.

2 O solemn thought! Lord, give me pow'r Wisely to fill up ev'ry hour;

O for the wings of faith and love
To bear my heart and soul above.

esus, assist, nor let me fail
l'o worship thee within the veil,
To glorify thy matchless grace,
To see the beauties of thy face.

to with me to thy house to-day,
And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Like dew, command thy word to fall,
Refreshing, quick'ning, saving all.

Call forth my thoughts, and let them rove
O'er the green pastures of thy love;
O let no sin prevent my rest,
Nor keep me from my Saviour's breast.

HYMN CIII. C. M.

The Eternal Sabbath.

THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love ;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our lab'ring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.

2 In thy bless'd kingdom we shall be,
From ev'ry mortal trouble free;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes;

No cares to break the long repose;

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