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All-sufficiency of Jesus.

W tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!

Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;-
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,

December's as pleasant as May.

2 His Name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice; I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I,-

My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd,

No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 My Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine?

And why are my winters so long? O drive these dark clouds from my sky Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Or take me to thee up on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

1099* In my flesh shall I see God.

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CALL the world's Redeemer mine;
He lives who died for me, I know,-
Who bought my soul with blood divine:
Jesus shall re-appear below,
Stand in that dreadful day unknown,
And fix on earth his heavenly throne.
2 Then the last judgment-day shall come;
And though the worms this skin devour,
The Judge shall call me from the tomb,

Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
And raise this individual me,
God in the flesh, my God, to see.
3 In this identic body, I,

With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh,
See for myself my smiling Lord;
See with ineffable delight,

Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.
4 Then let the worms demand their prey,
The greedy grave my reins consume;
With joy I drop my mould'ring clay,

And rest till my Redeemer come;
On Christ my life, in death rely,
Secure that I can never die.

* Tune SELENA, New Lute, page 156.

2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand:-
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known,

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shonc
Through all her palaces!

4 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliv'rance there.

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Victory.

146-c.

THE good fight have fought,-
O when shall I declare!
The vict'ry by my Saviour got,
I long with Paul to share.

2 O may I triumph so,
When all my warfare's past;
And, dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!

3 This blessed word be mine,
Just as the port is gain'd,-
Kept by the power of grace divine,
I have the faith maintain'd.

4 The' apostles of my Lord,

To whom it first was given, They could not speak a greater word, Nor all the saints in heaven.

1113 -And with the trump of God. 141-a. IN expectation sweet,

We wait, and sing, and pray,
Till Christ's triumphant car we meet,
And see an endless day.

2 He comes!-the Conqu'ror comes;
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful pris'ners burst their tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

3 The trumpet sounds,-Awake!--
Ye dead, to judgment come!-
The pillars of creation shake,
While hell receives her doom.
4 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace;
No night of sorrow e'er shall close,
Or shade their perfect bliss.

REAT God, accept a heart That pants to sing thy praise; Thou, who without beginning art, And without end of days:

Thy goodness is display'd,

On all thy works impress'd; Thou lovest all thy hands have made, But man thou lovest best.

2 Gracious art thou to all
Who truly turn to thee;

O hear me, then, for pardon call,
And show thy grace to me:
Through mercy reconciled,

For Jesus' sake forgiven;
Receive, O Lord, thy favour'd child,
To sing thy praise in heaven.

1098

The pledge of immortality.

OUR great Creator, God,

Who built this house of clay, Can re-inspire the breathless clod, In his appointed day.

From dust he form'd us man,

And shall we doubt his power? No, surely the Almighty can

Our moulder'd dust restore.

2 Who breathed into our earth.
The breath of life divine,
Can, by a new celestial birth,
God and the sinner join:

Thus we the pledge receive
Of immortality,

Sure that our bodies too shall live,
Forever one with thee.

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Christ in you, the hope of glory. 139-b HERE is the Hebrews' God,

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Who kept them night and day? Where is the heavenly fire and cloud, Which show'd thy Church their way 2 No symbol visible

We of thy presence find;
Yet all who would obey thy will

Shall know their Father's mind.
3 Yes, Lord, thou still dost lead
The children of thy grace,
The chosen, the believing seed,
Through this vast wilderness.

4 Our chart, thy written Word;
The Holy Ghost, our guide;
And Christ, our glorious risen Lord,
Doth in our hearts reside.

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The momentous question.

2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay?
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare

Against that fatal day.

3 No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldy fear,

If life so soon is gone;

If now the judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before

The' inexorable throne!

4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy;

But, O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death

That never, never dies!

How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray;
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way
To glorious happiness.

Ah! write the pardon on my heart;
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.

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The death of a relative or friend.

death our friends and us divide,

Thou dost not, Lord, our sorrow chide,
Or frown, our tears to see;

Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidd'st us mourn in calm distress
For them that rest in thee.

2 We feel a strong immortal hope,
Which bears our mournful spirits up,
Beneath their mountain load;
Redeem'd from death, and grief, and pain,
We soon shall find our friend again
Within the arms of God.

8 Pass a few fleeting moments more,
And death the blessing shall restore

Which death has snatch'd away; For us thou wilt the summons send, And give us back our parted friend, In that eternal day.