Saints in glory perfect made, 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 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 8,7,4. Brethren should from conflict cease? Hope, and joy, and love increase. 2 While we journey homeward, let us Snares through all the way are strew'd: Each to bear a brother's load. 3 When we think how much our Father All that might offend or grieve. 4 Then, let each esteem his brother And let each prefer another, Happy are we When in this we all agree. 106. Psalm XCII. L.M. SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To shew Thy love by morning light, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 3 Fools never raise their thoughts so high: 4 But I shall share a glorious part, 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, And every pow'r find sweet employ 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 3 Pass we then in faith our days, 108. Matt. XIII. THE angel comes, he comes to reap The harvest of the Lord! O'er all the earth with fatal sweep 2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide 3 And who are they, reserv'd in store The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore 4 O King of Mercy! grant us power In Thy destroying angel's hour, C.M. 8,7. COME, Thou Fount of every blessing, Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, 3 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither, by Thy help, I'm come: E 4 Jesus sought me, when a stranger, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 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, 2 It makes his wounded spirit whole, 3 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim |