What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine' 3 This is the heaven I long to know;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,

And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

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DODDRIDGE

Jesus precious to them that believe.

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name;
'Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud

That earth and heaven might hear.

2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,
No friendship half so sweet.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there,-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my expiring breath,

And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

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The Hope of Heaven.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

WATTS.

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2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!

3 There shall I bathe my weary sou
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY.

C. M.

WATTS

"From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God "

1 OUR GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast.
And our eternal home;

2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

3 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;

They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

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The Providence of Life.

COWPER.

1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more'
2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And it is thy blessing makes it good:
My soul is nourished by thy word;
Let soul and body praise the Lord.

3 My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom
my soul forever lives.

4 Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From strife and sorrow shields my
Or overrules them for the best.

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The Pilgrimage of Life.

1 LEAD us with thy gentle sway,
As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our forward way,

BOWRING.

As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Who with prayers and helps divine
Seeks a consecrated shrine.

2 We are pilgrims, and our goal

Is that distant land whose bourn

Is the haven of the soul;

Where the mourners cease to mourn, Where the Saviour's hand will dry Every tear from every eye.

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3 Lead us thither thou dost know
All the way; but wanderers we
Often miss our path below,

And stretch out our hands to thee;
save us, -and prepare

Guide us,

Our appointed mansion there!

Looking for another country, that is an heavenly."

1 WHILE through this changing world we roam, From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.

2 Thither his raptured thought ascends,
Eternal joys to share;
There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in prayer.

3 Oh! there may we our treasure place,
There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

4 Henceforth our conversation be
With Christ before the throne;
Ere long, we eye to eye shall see,
And know as we are known.

Redeeming the Time.

1 GOD of eternity! from thee

DODDRIDGE.

Did infant time its being draw;

Moments and days, and months, and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law.

2 Silent and swift they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf from whence it rose
3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can e'er return.

4 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts
To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

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What is your Life?

J. TAYLOR

1 O, WHAT is life?'t is like a flower
That blossoms and is gone;

It flourishes its little hour,
With all its beauty on:

Death comes, and, like a wintry day,
It cuts the lovely flower away.

2 0, what is life?'t is like the bow
That glistens in the sky:

We love to see its colors glow;
But, while we look, they die:
Life fails as soon:-to-day 't is here;
To-morrow it may disappear.

3 Lord, what is life?-if spent with thee
In humble praise and prayer,

How long or short our life may be,
We feel no anxious care:

Though life depart, our joys shall last
When life and all its joys are past