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2 Who were the dead? The sons of time In every age, and state, and clime, Renown'd, dishonour'd, or forgot,

The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living? On the the ground Where prayer is heard, and mercy found; Where, in the period of a span,

The mortal makes th' immortal man. 4 Who are the living? They whose breath Draws every moment nigh to death; Of bliss, or woe, th' eternal heirs ; Oh what an awful choice is theirs! 5 Then timely warn'd may we begin To follow Christ, and flee from sin; Daily grow up in Him our Head, Lord of the living and the dead.

197.

Praise.

8,6.

THOU God of pow'r and God of love,
Whose glory fills the realms above,
Whose praise archangels sing,
And veil their faces while they cry,
"Thrice Holy" to their God most high;
"Thrice Holy" to their King.

2 Thee, as our God, we also claim;
And bless the Saviour's precious name,
Thro' whom this grace is giv'n ;

Who bore the curse to sinners due,
Who form'd our ruin'd souls anew,
And made us heirs of heav'n.

3 The veil that hides Thy glory, rend;
And here in saving pow'r descend,
And fix Thy blest abode;

Here to each heart Thyself reveal,
And all who enter, cause to feel
The presence of our God.

198.

Prayer for Missionaries.

C.M.

GREAT God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation Thine;

And in Thy works, by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.

2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent
Thy Gospel to mankind,
Unveiling what rich stores of grace,
Are treasur'd in Thy mind.

3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul
Shall hear the joyful sound?

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt
To spread the Gospel's rays;

And build on sin's demolish'd throne
The temples of Thy praise.

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ROCK of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee!

Let the water and the blood,

SEVENS.

From Thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,

All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes are clos'd in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne :-
Rock of ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in Thee!

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200. Christ dying, rising, reigning. L.M.D. HE dies! the friend of sinners dies!

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For Him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richest blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb, Up to His Father's courts He flies, Cherubic legions guard Him home,

And shout Him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our Great Deliverer reigns ;

Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, Death, in chains !
Say, Live for ever, wondrous King,
Born to redeem, and strong to save:
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting?
And where's thy victory, boasting Grave?

201.

Spread of the Gospel.

SEVENS.

COME, thou mighty King of kings,
Rise with healing in Thy wings;
Bare Thine arm and ride on high,
Glorious in Thy majesty.

2 Thou hast mercy still in store
E'en for India's coral shore ;
Afric's sable sons shall know
Thou hast mercy to bestow.

3 Where th' impostor's* crescents wave,
Manifest Thy power to save;

Plant Thy blood-stain'd banner, Lord,
Conquering by Thy Spirit's sword

4 Thus shall earth's extended frame
Swell the trophies of Thy name,
And redeemed souls confess,
"Jesus is our righteousness."

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THERE is a dwelling-house above,

Thither to meet the God of love

The poor in spirit go;

There is a paradise of rest,

8,6.

For contrite hearts and souls distress'd

Its streams of comfort flow.

Mohammed.

2 There is a goodly heritage,
Where earthly passions cease to rage,
The meek that haven gain;
There is a board where they who pine,
Hungry, athirst, for grace divine,
May feast, nor crave again.

3 Lord, be it mine, like them to choose,
The better part; like them to use

The means Thy love hath given :

Be holiness my aim on earth,
That death be welcom'd as a birth
To life and bliss in heav'n.

203.

Imputed Righteousness.

L.M.

JESUS, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 This spotless robe the same appears When ruin'd nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue; The robe of Christ is ever new.. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies; E'en then shall this be all my plea, Jesus hath liv'd and died for me! 4 Oh let the dead now hear Thy voice; Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice; Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus the Lord our righteousness.

204.

The Stony Heart.

OH for a glance of heavenly day,

L.M.

To take this stubborn stone away;

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