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HYMN 331. L. M. Atlantic. [*]
Rising to God.

0 1 OW let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time;

Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,

So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

s 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now

Is the young dawn of heaven below. Gibbons.
HYMN 332. 8 & 7.
8 & 7. Smyrna. [b or *]
Forsaking all for Christ.

p 1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still my own. o 2 Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear;

e Think what spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
s 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there

Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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HYMN 333. 7s. Pilgrim. [b or *] Welcoming the Cross. o 1'IS my happiness below,

'TIS Not to live without the cross;

But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me,

3 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

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HYMN 334. L. M. Brentford.
The Influence of the World déplored.
H! from the world's vile slavery,
Almighty Saviour, set me free;
And as my treasure is above,

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Be there my thoughts and there my love.
p 2 But oft, alas! too well I know,
My thoughts, my love, are fixed below;
In every lifeless prayer I find

The heart unmoved, the absent mind.
3 Oh! what that frozen heart can move,
Which melts not at a Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
Which will not sing the Saviour's praise?
4 Lord, draw my best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;

s Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to thee they rise. Cotterill.

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HYMN 335. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

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The Power of Faith.

AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;

Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all our cares;

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

s 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

HYMN 336. 7s & 6s.

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Margate.

Looking forward.

Turner.

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ROM every earthly pleasure,
From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure,
That soon will fade and die;
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that never end.
2 From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast to-day,
Or threatens us to-morrow,
Hope turns our eyes away:
On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.

3 What though we are but strangers
And sojourners below;

And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go?
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above;

And onward still we're pressing,
To reach that land of love.

HYMN 337. 7s. German Hymn. [*]

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The Pilgrim's Song.

HILDREN of the heavenly King!
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
o Glorious in his works and ways!

o 2 Ye are travelling, home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now,—and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

u 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest!
Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
s 4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
p 5 Lord, submissive make us go,
o Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

Cennick.

HYMN 338. L. M. Eaton. [*]

Heb. xiii. 14.

e 1 "WE'VE no abiding city here"

WE This may distress the worldly mind;

o But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.
e 2 "We've no abiding city here"-
e Sad truth, were this to be our home:
o But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."
3 "We've no abiding city here”—_-_-
Then let us live as pilgrims do ;
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
e 4 "We've no abiding city here”—
s We seek a city out of sight;

Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.

HYMN 339. C. M.

Kelly.

St. Ann's.

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Sincerity and Truth.

e 1 ET those who bear the Christian name,

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Their holy vows fulfill:

The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flattering words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears;

Firm to their truth; and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

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FOR a principle within,
Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,

A pain to feel it near

2 O for the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

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C. Wesley.

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e 1 EARTHLY joys no longer please us,

Here would we renounce them all,

Seek our only rest in Jesus

Him our Lord and Master call,

s Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for his appearing
Bids us triumph in his love.

2 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning
Longing for the welcome sound!
Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid;

Should he come at night or morning

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Early dawn or evening shade. Cong. Mag.

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