The foll'wers of their faith and prayer,
Who now in bodies live.

5 We shall our time beneath

Live out, in cheerful hope,

And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain top.

6 To gather home his own,

God shall his angels send,

And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end.

403. Joy from the certainty of His resurrection.

1 THE Lord is risen indeed;

The grave hath lost its prey;

With him shall rise the ransom'd seed,
To reign in endless day.

2 The Lord is risen indeed;

He lives, to die no more;

He lives, his people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.

3 The Lord is risen indeed;

Attending angels, hear;

Up, to the courts of heaven, with speed,
The joyful tidings bear :-

4 Then take your golden lyres,

And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Savior comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The debt that sinners owed,

Upon the cross he pays :

Then thro' the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There our High Priest appears,

Before his Father's throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.

5 Great Sov'reign, we adore

Thy justice and thy grace;

And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependence place.

4 While at thy cross I lie,

Jesus, the grace bestow;

Now thy all-cleansing blood apply,
And I am white as snow.

406.

Meeting, after absence.

1 AND are we yet alive,

And see each other's face?
Glory and praise to Jesus give,
For his redeeming grace.

2 Preserved by power divine,
To full salvation here,
Again in Jesus' praise we join,
And in his sight appear.

3 What troubles have we seen!
What conflicts have we past!
Fightings without, and fears within,
Since we assembled last!

4 But out of all, the Lord

Hath brought us by his love;
And still he doth his help afford,
And hides our life above.

5 Then let us make our boast
Of his redeeming power,
Which saves us to the uttermost,
Till we can sin no more.

6 Let us take up the cross
Till we the crown obtain:
And gladly reckon all things loss,
So we may Jesus gain.

From a Gregorian Chant, Adapted by Da L. MASCN, 1832

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2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure; He saves the' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

408 Tune.-AND CAN IT BE, page 255. The prize of our high-calling.

1 JESUS, thy boundless love to me

No tho't can reach, no tongue declare;

O knit my thankful heart to thee, And reign without a rival there: Thine wholly, thine alone, I am; Be thou alone my constant flame. 2 O grant that nothing in my soul

May dwell, but thy pure love alone: O may thy love possess me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown; Strange flames far from my heart remove My every act, word, thought, be love. 3 Unwearied may I this pursue;

Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew

This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night, be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
4 In suffring be thy love my peace;

In weakness be thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death as life be thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.

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2 'Tis myst'ry all, --th' Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine; 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore: Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above; (So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam's helpless race: 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me!

1 Long my imprison'd spirit lay,

Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray;

I woke; the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free,I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread,Jesus, with all in him, is mine; Alive in him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown, thro' Christ my own.

O THOU, Whom fain my soul would love,
Whom only I desire to know:
This vail of unbelief remove,

And show me all thy goodness, show; Jesus, thyself in me reveal:

Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.

2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known? I claim thee with a falt'ring tongue,

1 Lo! God is here! let us adore
And own how dreadful is this place;
Let all within us feel his power,

And silent bow before his face;
Who know his power, his grace who prove,
Serve him with awe, with rev'rence, love.
2 Lo! God is here! him, day and night,
United choirs of angels sing;

To him, enthroned above all height,

Heaven's host their noblest praises bring; Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise thee with a stamm'ring tongue. 3 Being of beings! may our praise

Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; Still may we stand before thy face,

Still hear and do thy sov'reign will: To thee may all our thoughts arise Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice.