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Journeying home to God.
Ps. cxlix, 2. Matt. ix, 9. Luke xii, 32.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,

You on Jesu's throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepar'd;
There your kingdom and reward.

4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand

On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on,

5 Lord! obediently we go,

Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee

and all Angels. 312

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Christ seen of angels.
1 Tim. iii, 16. Rev. vii, 11.
O YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song

To make the Saviour known:
On earth ye knew his wondrous grace,

And now his face in heaven ye view. 2 Ye saw the heav'n-born Child.

In human flesh array'd,
Benevolent and mild,

While in the manger laid;
And praise to God, and peace on earth,

For his blest birth, proclaim'd aloud.
3 [Ye in the wilderness

Beheld the tempter spoil'd,
Well-known in ev'ry dress,

In ev'ry combat foil'd;
And joy'd to crown the Victor's head,

When Satan fled before his frown.]
4. Around the fatal tree

Ye press'd with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see,

The Lord of life expire;
And, could your eyes have known a tear,
Had dropt it there in sad surprise.

and all Angels.
5 Around his sacred tomb

A willing watch ye kept,
While yet in death's deep gloom

The King of glory slept;
Then rollid the stone, and all ador'd

Your rising Lord, with joy unknown. 6 When all array'd in light

The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight

Up to the throne of God;
And waved around your golden wings,

And struck your strings of sweetest sound. 313

L. M.
Praising Christ in concert with angels.

Heb. ii, 11, 16. Rev. v, 8-12.
I Now let us join with hearts and tongues,

And emulate the angels' songs:
Yea, sinners may address their King

In songs that angels cannot sing. 2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain;

But we can add a higher strain,
Not only say, He suffer'd thus,

But that He suffer'd all for us.
3[Jesus, who pass'd the angels' by,

Assumed our flesh to bleed and die;
And still He makes it his abode;
As Man He fills the throne of God.]

and all Angels. 4[Our next of kin, our Brother now,

Is He, to whom the angels' bow:
They join with us to praise his Name,

But we the nearest interest claim.]
5 But, ah! how faint our praises rise!

Sure 'tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share his richest love,

So cold and unconcern'd should prove.
6 Oh! glorious hour! it comes with speed,

When we, from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the Lord, who died for man,
And praise Him more than angels can

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The Gospel.
Luke iv, 18. 1 Thess. 1, 5. 2 Tim. iv, 6-8.
1 God, in the gospel of his Son,

Makes his eternal counsels known;
Where love in all its glory shines,

And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 The pris'ner here may break his chains;

The weary rest from all his pains;
The captive feel his bondage cease;
The mourner find the way of peace

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3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes

A brighter world beyond the skies;
Here shines the light, which guides our way

From earth to realms of endless day. 4 Oh! grant us grace, Almighty Lord !

To mark and learn thy holy word;
Its truths with meekness to receive,

And by its holy precepts live. 315

The believer desiring the glories of heaven. Pg. Iv, 6-8. Isa. xxxiii, 17. 2 Tim. iv, 6-8. 1 Oh! HAD I the wings of a dove,

I'd make my escape and be gone; I'd mix with the spirits above,

Who encompass yon heavenly throne; I'd fly from all labour and toil

To the place where the weary have rest; I'd haste from contention and broil

To the peaceful abode of the bless'd. 2 How happy are they, who no more

Have to fear the assaults of the foe! Arrived on the heavenly shore,

They have left all their conflicts below; They are far from all danger and fear,

While remembrance enhances their joys, As the storm, when escaped, will endear

The retreat that the haven supplies.

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