3 Our Jesns shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name, When all things else decay. 4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all his favour'd throng; Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song. 76 C. M. Mercy Seat. EXALL. 1 THE temple's lofty golden spires, Fell at the warriors' feet, Forsaken are the marble choirs, And lost the mercy seat. 2 Now, where shall sinful, guilty man, Whose days are few and fleet, Find ere he crosses life's short span, The heav'nly mercy seat. 3 While thus I mourn'd beneath my load, I beard in accents sweet, “Christ is the mercy seat.” C 4 Thus spake the voice, and glad I heard, My heart with pleasure beat, Now at the mercy seat. 5 The Saviour answers from the sky, The' inspiring sounds I greet, While there's a mercy seat.” 77 C. M. Alpha and Omega. ANON. 1 HAIL, Alpha and Omega hail; Author of all our faith, The finisher of all our hopes, The truth, the life, the path! 2 Hail, first and last, the morning star, In whom we live and move ! Increase our little spark of faith, And multiply our love. 3 Let that belief which Jesus taught, Be treasur'd in our breast; The evidence of unseen joys, The substance of our rest. 4 0 let us go from strength to strengti, From grace to greater grace, From one degree of faith to more, Till we behold thy face. 78 8. 7. Precious. SEARLE. 1 SWEET to see the floweret blushing, Opening all its beauties wide; Sweet to taste the streamlet gushing, Fresh’ning from the mountain's side. Sweet to hear soft numbers flowing From the lute's melodious string ; Sweet to feel mild zephyrs blowing, Bearing odours on the wing. 2 Sweeter far Jehovah Jesus, To the sight, the ear, the taste; He has every thing to please us, With such gentle glory grac'd. None its varied tints can paint; When the thirsty soul is faint, 3 His dear name, like heav'n's high chorus Sounds in accents passing sweet; Heav'n and earth appear to meet. CO 4 Ever shall our souls adore tbee, O thou matchless Lord of light! While thy beauties in full glory, Burst upon the ravish'd sight. 79 C. M. Portion. NEWTON. 1 FROM pole to pole let others roam, And search in vain for bliss ; My soul is satisfi'd at home, The Lord my portion is. 2 Jesus, who on his glorions throne, Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea; Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, And give himself to me. 3 His person fixes all my love, His blood removes my fear; His arm preserves me here. 4 His word of promise is my food, His spirit is my guide; And all my wants supply'd. 5 For him I count as gain each loss, Disgrace, for bim, renown; Well may I glory in his cross, While he prepares my crown. 80 L. M. Prince of Salem. CAMPBELL 1 O Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye. The long-expected hour is nigli ; 2 See mercy from the golden urn, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold, she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair. 3 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his host depart! 4 0 Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye, The long-expected hour is nigh; с |