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Saints in glory perfect made,
Wait thy passage through the shade :
Ardent for thy coming o'er,

See they throng the blissful shore.

104.

Mary at the Sepulchre.

P.M.

HOW sweet, in the musing of faith, to repair To the garden where Mary delighted

to rove;

To sit by the tomb where she breath'd her fond pray'r,

And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and love;

To see the bright beam which disperses her fear,

As the Lord of her soul breaks the bars

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2 O Saviour! as oft as our footsteps we bend, In penitent sadness to weep at Thy

grave;

On the wings of Thy greatness in pity descend,

Be ready to comfort, and "mighty to save;" We shrink not from scenes of desertion

and woe,

If there we may meet with the Lord of our love;

Contented, with Mary, to sorrow below, If with her we may drink of Thy fountains above.

105.

Love as Brethren.

BRETHREN, let us walk together
In the bonds of love and peace;
Can it be a question whether

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Brethren should from conflict cease?
'Tis in union,

Hope, and joy, and love increase.

2 While we journey homeward, let us
Help each other in the road;
Foes on every side beset us,

Snares through all the way are strew'd:
It behoves us

Each to bear a brother's load.

3 When we think how much our Father
Has forgiv'n and does forgive,
Brethren, we should learn, the rather,
Free from wrath and strife to live,
Far removing

All that might offend or grieve.

4 Then, let each esteem his brother
Better than himself to be,

And let each prefer another,
Full of love from envy free.

Happy are we

When in this we all agree.

106.

Psalm XCII.

L.M.

SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and
sing;

To shew Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Oh may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.

3 Fools never raise their thoughts so high:
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath
Blasts them in everlasting death.

4 But I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below;

And every pow'r find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

107.

Matt. VI.

SEVENS.

LO, the lilies of the field

How their leaves instruction yield !

Every flower and tufted tree,

Ought to lead us, Lord, to Thee.

2 One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides the humblest destiny;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Rescues sinners from the fall.

3 Pass we then in faith our days,
Living to our Saviour's praise;
Free from doubt, and fear besides ;
For to-morrow God provides.

108.

Matt. XIII.

THE angel comes, he comes to reap

The harvest of the Lord!

O'er all the earth with fatal sweep
Wide waves his flamy sword.

2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.

3 And who are they, reserv'd in store
God's treasure-house to fill?

The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.

4 O King of Mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!

In Thy destroying angel's hour,
O gather us to Thee.

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C.M.

8,7.

COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace :

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by angels' tongues above:
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither, by Thy help, I'm come:
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

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4 Jesus sought me, when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd His precious blood.
5 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love:
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from Thy courts above.

110.

The Name of Jesus.

C.M.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes his wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast:
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

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