3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise,
I triumph in the love divine,

The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace
In Christ through endless ages mine.

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The Way to the Heavenly City.

1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 A hand divine shall lead you on
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your Father, God.

DODDRIDGE.

3 There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head,
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength,
Pursue his footsteps still,

And let the prospect cheer your eye
While laboring up the hill.

S. M.

Grace first and last in Salvation.

1- GRACE! 't is a charming sound!

Harmonious to the ear!

DODDRIDGE.

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.

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3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow;
'T was grace that kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

5 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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"Glorious things spoken of Zion."

1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for his own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.

Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?

Grace, which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.

Safety of the Church.

1 How honored is the place
Where we adoring stand!
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land.

2 Bulwarks of grace defend
The city where we dwell,

WATTS.

While walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy th' assaults of hell.

3 Lift up th' eternal gates;
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of your King.

4 Here taste unmingled joys,

And live in perfect peace,
You that have known Jehovah's name,

And ventured on his grace.

5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints,

And banish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,

Eternal as his

years.

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ANONYMOUS.

The Jewish and the Christian Zion. Ps. 48.

1 WITH stately towers and bulwarks strong,
Unrivalled and alone,

Loved theme of many a sacred song,
God's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
The glory of all lands;

Yet fairer, and in strength complete,
The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and

age

This glorious church compose;
Built on a rock, with idle rage
The threatening tempest blows.

4 In vain may hostile bands alarm,
For God is her defence;

How weak, how powerless is each arm,
Against Omnipotence !

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Gospel Order.

1 FAR as thy name is known

The world declares thy praise;

WATTS.

Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honor raise.

2 Let strangers walk around

The city where we dwell,
Survey with care thine holy ground,
And mark the building well,-

3 The order of thy house,

The worship of thy court,

The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And make a fair report.

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4. How decent and how wise!
How glorious to behold!

Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.

5 The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die,

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Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

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Attachment to the Church.

1 I LOVE thy church, O God;
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

2 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

3 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

4 Father and Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand, from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliverance bring.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last,
Te Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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