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4 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet
In pure devotion at thy feet;

And earth shall yield Thee, as thy due,
Her fulness, and her glory too.

5 Oh! that from Britain now might shine
This heav'nly light, this truth divine;
Till the whole universe shall be

But one great temple, Lord, for Thee!

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1 How precious is the Book divine
By inspiration giv'n!

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine
To guide our souls to heav'n.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;

Life, light, and joy, it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

3 This lamp through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

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6-8's.

Heb. ii, 18; iv, 16.

Jesus a sympathizing Saviour.
John xi, 33-35.

1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain:
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aùght should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3[When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Yet He, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.]
4[When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour! mark'st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.]

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Nor doth it yet appear

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How great we must be made;
But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

Father! if in thy love
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath thy throne:
Our faith shall "Abba, Father," cry,
And Thou the kindred own.

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149th.

Longing after heaven.

Ps. lv, 6, 8.

1 O HAD I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove, How soon would I soar to thy presence above! How soon would I flee where the weary have rest,

And hide all my cares in thy sheltering breast!

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2 Ah! there the wild tempest for ever shall

cease;

No billow shall ruffle that haven of peace; Temptation and trouble alike shall depart, All tears from the eye, and all sin from the heart.

3 Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be mine;

Rise, bright Sun of glory! no more to decline; Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness cheers: Oh! what will it be when the fulness appears!

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The prodigal welcomed home.

Isa. Ixi, 10. Luke xv, 22-24.

1 THE wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcom'd home,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

2 Though clad in rags, by sin defil'd,
The Father hath embrac'd his child;
And I am pardon'd, reconcil'd,

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

3 It is the Father's joy to bless;
His love provides for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

P. M.

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4[Yea, in the fulness of his grace,
He puts me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon his face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!]

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5 It is thy precious name I bear,
It is thy spotless robe I wear,
Therefore the Father's love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

6 And when I in thy likeness shine,
The glory and the praise be thine,
That everlasting joy is mine,

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Christ the only foundation.

6-8's.

Heb. vi, 16-19.

1 Cor. iii, 11. Phil. iii, 9.
1 MY HOPE is built on nothing less
Than Jesu's blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesu's name:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils his shining face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In ev'ry high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil:
On Christ &c.

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