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To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they'll say,

And to his house we'll go. The beam that shines from Zion's bill

Shall lighten every land; The King

who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command. Among the nations he shall judge ;

His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just,

And quell the sinner's pride.
Come then, O house of Jacob ! come

To worship at his shrine ;
And walking in the light of God,

With holy beauties shine.

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Hymn 81. C. M. VING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing: Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King. See the fair way his hand hath made,

How peaceful and how plain :
The simplest traveller shall not err,

Nor seek that road in vain.
A hand divine shall lead you on,

Along the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount ye rise,

The city of your God.

There crowns of everlasting joy,

Shall shine on every head;
While pain, and sorrow, and distress,

Like shadows all are fled.
Proceed in your Redeemer's strength,

Pursue his footsteps still :
And let the prospect cheer your eyes,

While you ascend the hill.

Hymn 82. C. M.
G D a
OD is a Spirit just and wise,

He sees our in most mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.

In spirit and in truth alope

We must present our prayer ; The formal and the false are known

Through the disguise they wear.

Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bended knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found.

Hymn 83. C. M. HO

OW bright these glorious spirits shine!

Whence all their wbite array? How came they to the blissful seats

Of everlasting day?

Lo! these are they from suff'rings great

Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have wash'd

Those robes which shine so bright.
Now with triumphal palms they stand

Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amidst

The glories of the sky.
Hunger and thirst they feel no more,

Nor suns with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams

Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne

Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,

And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,

Where living streams appear ; And God, the Lord, from every eye

Shall wipe off every tear.

Hymn 84.

P. M. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night :
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star in each heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morn,

Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till thy mercy's beams, we see ;

Till they inward light impart,
Glad our eyes, and warn the heart.
Visit then each soul of thine,

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill us, Radiancy Divine !

Scatter all our unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

Hymn 85. P, M.
BY
Y thy birth and early years,

By thy human griefs and fears ;
By thy fasting and distress,
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy victory, in the hour
of the subtle tempter's pow'r--
Jesus ! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
By the sympathy that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By thy bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode;
By the troubl’d sigh that told
Treason lurk'd within thy fold,
Jesus! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
By thine hour of dark despair ;
By thine agony of prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,
Cross and passion, pangs and cries ;
By thy perfect sacrifice,
Jesus! look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany,

By thy deep expiring groan;
By the seal'd sepulchral stone ;
By thy triumph o'er the grave ;
By thy pow'r from death to save,-
Mighty God! ascended Lord,
To thy tbrone in heav'n restor'd !
Prince and Saviour! bear the cry
Of our solemn litany.

Hymn 86.

L. M.
O THOU, who hast at thy command,

The hearts of all men in thy hand !
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.
Our wishes, our desires control;
Mould every purpose of the soul ;
O'er all may we victorious be,
That stands betwixt ourselves and thee.
Twice bless'd will all our blessiugs be,
When we can look through them to thee ;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude and praise.
Still make us, when temptation's near,
As our worst foe, ourselves to fear :
And, each vain-glorious thought to quell,
Teach us how Peter vow'd and feli.
Yet may we, feeble, weak, and frail,
Against our mightiest foes prevail :
Thy word, our safety from alarm,
Our strength, thine everlasting arm,

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