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Psalm cxix.

HOU art my portion, O my God!
Soon as I know Thy way,

WATTS.

My heart makes haste to obey Thy word,
And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of Thy grace
I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 If once I wander from Thy path,
I think upon my ways,

Then turn my feet to Thy commands,
And trust Thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine,
O save Thy servant, Lord;
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place ;
My hope is in Thy word.

6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine
Thy statutes to fulfil;

And thus, till mortal life shall end,
Would I perform Thy will.

S.M.

C. WESLEY.*

645 All things are yours.—1 Cor. iii. 21.

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ICHES unsearchable

In Jesu's love we know ;
And pleasures, springing from the well
Of life our souls o'erflow.

2 The Spirit we receive

Of wisdom, grace, and power;
In God's own light and love we live,
Rejoicing evermore.

3 Angels our servants are,
And keep in all our ways;

And in their watchful hands they bear
The sacred sons of grace.

4 Unto eternal bliss

They all our steps attend ;
And God Himself our Father is,
And Jesus is our Friend.

5 With Him we walk in white;
We in His image shine;
Our robes are robes of glorious light,
Our righteousness divine.

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646 Rejoice evermore. —I Thess. v. 16.

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O we only give Thee heed,

T H. GILL.

Lord, when other help hath gone?
Doth the soreness of our need

Send us to the heavenly throne?
Wherefore should our souls repair,
Only to the Comforter ?

2 Must not Thy glad creatures yearn
Of their best their Lord to bring?
Must not happy spirits burn

To their gladdener to spring?
Hath our joy for Thee no place?
Art Thou not our God of grace?

3 Should not each bright golden hour
Lay its lustre at Thy feet?
May not, Lord, our blissful bower
Rise beneath Thy mercy-seat?
Who like happy souls may call
For the wings celestial?
4 When our life is all delight,

On the happy heavenly hill,
'Tis because Thy presence bright
All the heavenly life doth fill.
Heaven our land of joy we call,
For the Lord is all in all.

5 There our very bower of bliss
Is Thine awful holy place;
There our only paradise

Is the shining of Thy face.
Still on us Thy face doth shine;
Still streams on our joy divine.

THE PRESENT BLESSEDNESS OF THE

REDEEMED.

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Our [citizenship] is in heaven.
Philippians iii. 20.

WE triumph in the glorious grace

T. H. GILL.

That set us in this English land,
And welcome that high earthly place
Wherein our God hath made us stand.
2 While service to our land we bring,
The Lord's own glory we would show,
And wait upon our heavenly King
In this our commonwealth below.

But, oh! to us a grace more great,
A dignity more dear is given;
He links us to a nobler state,

He makes us citizens of heaven.

4 Yes, mightily our hearts are bound
This goodly fatherland to love;
But more our own Emmanuel's ground,
That better, dearer land above.

5 Our land's good laws we proudly praise,
Our land's great tale with triumph tell;
But, oh! what majesty arrays
The people of Emmanuel!

6 Their glorious freedom how complete!
How absolute His holy will!

What tasks divine, what tribute sweet,
Their spirits bring, their hands fulfil!

7 Dear fellow-citizens they greet,
Of every age, of every clime e;
Far dwellers in one city meet ;.
Strange voices raise one song sublime.

8 Do our fond, faithful hearts partake

The fatherland's sore wounds and woe?
Ah! mourn we for the storms that break
Upon our commonwealth below?

9 Those storms our peace they may not whelm;
They cannot reach our true abode.
Oh! sweetness of that upper realm!
Oh! peaceful city of our God!

IO Ah! seemeth it so sad to leave

Our commonwealth and country dear?
Poor sojourners, we wrongly grieve;
Our fatherland, it lies not here.

II O city, where God's people dwell!

O home, where no sweet bonds are riven ! O country of Emmanuel !

The only fatherland is heaven.

12 Joy! joy! our King doth never die !
Our city doth for ever stand;
We serve the Eternal Majesty,
And hold the heavenly fatherland.

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[HAMMOND.]

648 Called the sons of God.-1 John iii. 1.

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They are bought with Christ's own
blood;

They are ransomed from the grave;
Life eternal they shall have.
With them numbered may we be,
Now and through eternity.

2 They are justified by grace;
They enjoy a solid peace;

All their sins are washed away;
They shall stand in God's great day.
With them numbered may we be,
Now and through eternity.

3 They produce the fruits of grace
In the works of righteousness.
Born of God, they hate all sin ;
God's pure word remains within.
With them numbered may we be,
Now and through eternity.
4 They have fellowship with God,
Through the Mediator's blood;
One with God, in Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun.

With them numbered may we be,
Now and through eternity.