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On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

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'Tis no surprising thing,

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That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,

God's everlasting Son.

Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine,

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

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If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

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Like slaves beneath the throne;

My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And Thou the kindred own.

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Doxology.-Jude 24, 25.

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To God the only wise,

Our Saviour, and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.

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'Tis his Almighty love,

His counsel, and his care,

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Preserves us safe from sin and death,

And every hurtful snare.

He will present our souls,
Unblemish'd and complete,

Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

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Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

To our Redeemer God,
Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

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"Be thou faithful unto death."

-Rev. ii. 10.

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OUR Captain leads us on,
He beckons from the skies,
He reaches out a starry crown,
And bids us take the prize.

"Be faithful unto death,

Partake my victory,

And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath,
And thou shalt reign with me."

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'Tis thus the righteous Lord

To every soldier saith;

Eternal life is the reward

Of all-victorious faith.

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Who conquer in his might,

The victor's meed receive;

They claim a kingdom in his right,
Which God shall freely give.

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"Behold I stand at the door and knock."-Rev. iii. 20.

I COME, let us who in Christ believe,

Our common Saviour praise;

To Him with joyful voices give
The glory of his grace.

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2 He now stands knocking at the door
Of every sinner's heart;

The worst need keep Him out no more,
Nor force Him to depart.

3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice,
Yield to be saved from sin;

In sure and certain hope rejoice,
That Thou wilt enter in.

4 Come quickly in, Thou heavenly guest,
Nor ever hence remove;
But sup with us, and let the feast
Be everlasting love.

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The Saints in Glory.-Rev. vii. 13, to the end.

1 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array?

How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light,

And in the blood of Christ have wash'd
Those robes which shine so bright.

3 Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amidst
The glories of the sky.

4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every voice to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad Hosannahs ring.

5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;

God is their sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.

6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside,

Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.

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The water of Life.-Rev. xxii. 17.
1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;

And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.

3 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay?

4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;
To Thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die!

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The Heavenly Jerusalem.-Rev. xxi. and xxii.

1 JERUSALEM! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 0, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
Or feel at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem! my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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