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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. 109. Ebenezer.

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.

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The Name of Jesus.
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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And may the music of Thy name

Refresh my soul in death. 111. Confirmation. LOOK down, O Lord, and on our youth

Bestow the gifts of heavenly grace, And let the seed of sacred truth

Find in each heart a fruitful place. 2 The cross that mark'd their infant brow,

May it a faithful emblem prove,
That they shall keep their sacred vow,

And walk as children of Thy love. 3 Now, in the strength of power divine,

O may they all, with glad accord,
In holy covenant combine,

And join themselves to Christ the Lord. 4 Thy sons and daughters, may they be

Confirm'dand strengthen'd by Thy grace; And safe thro' life, preserv'd by Thee,

In heaven behold Thee, face to face.
112. Worthy the Lamb.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne ;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one. 2" Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,

“ To be exalted thus ;"
· Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,

“ For He was slain for us.” 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and power divine ;

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And blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,

And speak Thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

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Creation.
HOW bright a day was that which saw

Creation's work complete!
All Nature own'd her Maker's law,

And worshipp'd at His feet.
2 The world arrang’d by power divine,

In perfect order stood;
And resting from His great design,

God saw that all was good.
3 Not such a Sabbath now appears,

For sin has ruin'd all ;
No longer man with pleasure hears

A gracious Father's call. 4 Yet, Lord, bring back the reign of peace, ,

Let brighter days begin ;
And teach frail creatures how to cease

From folly and from sin.
5 Again let sinners be made Thine,

Though once with vengeance curs'd ; And let a second sabbath shine,

As glorious as the first.

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Salvation.
SALVATION! oh the joyful sound !

'Tis pleasure to our ears ;
A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.
Glory, honour, praise, and power,

Be unto the Lamb for ever !
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ;

Hallelujah! praise the Lord. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.

Glory, dc.
3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb!

To Thee the praise belongs,
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

Glory, dc.
4 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

Glory, dc. 115. The Sabbath.

8,7. WHEN the sabbath bells are pealing

Welcome are their sounds to me; Music on the night air stealing,

Hath not sweeter melody. 2 Cheering then the heart of sadness,

In each tone such sweetness dwells ;

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