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Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

He leads me to the place
Where heav'nly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

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Tho' I should walk through death's dark

My Shepherd's with me there.

5 In spite of all my foes,

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Thou dost my table spread,
My cup with blessings overflows,

And joy exalts my head.

The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house shall I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

1 DESCEND from heav'n, Immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll;
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a nature like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and pow'rs before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all.

5 Oh what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King!
6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand among thy ransom'd there,
And see thy face, and sing, and love!

599.

1 THOU whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love;

L. M.

Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where doth thy sweetest pastures grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock;
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
O that I never more might rove,
Might never seek another love!

4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love has given,
For all the ransom'd heirs of heaven.

5 His mystic flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved leads me home.

1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,
And read my Maker's broken laws
Repair'd and honour'd by the cross:

2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine,
And see the Man that groan'd and died,
Sit glorious by his Father's side:

3 My passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below thy victories.

5 Well, the kind minute must appear,
When we shall leave these bodies here;
These clogs of clay, and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky!

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1 COME let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;

C M.

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus:

Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,
For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5. The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of him that sits upon

the throne,

And to adore the Lamb!

602.

L.M.

I WHY should the saints be fill'd with dread, Or yield their joys to slavish fear?

Heav'n can't be full, that holds the Head, 'Till ev'ry member's present there.

2 In heav'n the Head-the members here, Ten thousand thousand, yet but one; So far asunder, yet so near;

Some yet unborn, some round the throne.

3 Hail that illustrious joyful day

When all th' elect are gather'd home!
Where grief and want shall flee away,
And sins and fears shall never come!

HAPPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace;
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God!