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2 True pleasures abound in the rapturous sound, And whoever hath found it, hath paradise

found: My Redeemer to know, to feel his blood flow, This is life everlasting—'tis heaven below. 3 Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast ; That indeed is the fullness, but this is the taste; And this I shall prove, till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love.

Charles Wesley.

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Worldly vanity renounced.

10, 11. TELL me no more of this world's vain

store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country I've found where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe in paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive: My soul, don't delay; he calls thee away; Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength, and comfort-go after

him, go;

Lo, onward I move to a city above,
None guesses how wondrous my journey will

prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win from death, hell,

and sin, 'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ

within: And when I'm to die, “Receive me," I'll cry, For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot tell why: 5 But this I do find, we two are so joined, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind: So this is the race I'm running through grace, Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord's face. free grace


John Gambold.

6 And now I'm in care my neighbors may share These blessings: to seek them will none of you

dare? In bondage, O why, and death will you lie, When one here assures you

is nigh? 759 My Beloved.

11,8. 0 THOU, in whose presence my soul takes

delight, On whom in affliction I call, My comfort by day, and my song in the night,

My hope, my salvation, my all! 2 Where dost thou, dear Shepherd, resort with

thy sheep, To feed them in pastures of love? Say, why in the valley of death should I

weer, Or alone in this wilderness rove! 3 () why should I wander an alien from thee,

Or cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,

And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have

The star that on Israel shone?
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been,

And where with his flocks he is gone. 5 He looks! and ten thousands of angels re

joice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks! and eternity, filled with his voice,

Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. 6 Dear Shepherd, I hear, and will follow thy

call; I know the sweet sound of thy voice; Restore and defend me, for thou art my all,

And in thee I will ever rejoice.

you seen

Joseph Swain.


I need Thee every hour.

6,4, 7. NEED thee every hour,

Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.
I need thee, O I need thee;

Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,

I come to thee!
2 I need thee every hour;

Stay thou near by; Temptations lose their power

When thou art nigh.
3 I need thee every hour,

In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,

Or life is vain.
4 I need thee every hour;

Teach me thy will; And thy rich promises

In me fulfill
5 I need thee every hour,

Most Holy One;
O make me thine indeed,

Thou blessed Son!

Mrs. Annie S. Hawks.

Exultant trist.

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6, 8, 4. Y Shepherd's mighty aid,

, His all-protecting power displayed,

I joy to prove:
Led onward by my guide,

I view the verdant scene, Where limpid waters gently glide

Through pastures green.

2 In error's maze my soul

Shall wander now no more;
His Spirit shall, with sweet control,

The lost restore;
My willing steps shall lead

In paths of righteousness;
His power defend; his bounty feed;

His mercy bless.
3 Affliction's deepest gloom

Shall but his love display;
He will the vale of death illume

With living ray:
My failing flesh his rod

Shall thankfully adore;
My heart shall vindicate my God

For evermore.
4 His goodness ever nigh,

His mercy ever free, Shall while I live, shall when I die,

Still follow me; Forever shall my soul

His boundless blessings prove; And while eternal ages roll,

Adore and love.

Thomas Roberts.


Before the cro88.

Y faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine:
Now hear me while I

Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day

Be wholly thine.
2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,-

A living fire.
3. While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll;
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,-

A ransomed soul.

Ray Palmer.



The Church immorable.

C. M. O

WHERE are kings and empires now, But, Lord, thy Church is praying yet,

A thousand years the same. 2 We mark her goodly battlements,

And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice

Of her unending song. 3 For not like kingdoms of the world

Thy holy Chureh, O God!
Though earthquake shocks are threaten.

ing her,
And tempests are abroad;

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