4 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

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Aspiration.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;
Thy better portion trace:

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove:
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course:
Fire ascending seeks the sun:
Both speed them to their source.
Thus a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies.
Yet a season, and we know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

"This do in remembrance of Me."

OFT we, alas! forget the love

Of Him who bought us with his blood;
Who now, as our High Priest above,

E'er intercedes for us with God.

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2 Oft we forget that, strangers here,

This world is not our rest or home;
That, waiting till our Lord appear,

Our hearts should cry, "Come, Saviour, come!" 3 Oft we forget that we are one

With

every

saint that loves his name;

United to Him on the throne;

Our life, our hope, our Lord, the same. 4 O, then, what love is here displayed, That Jesus did this feast provide The very night He was betrayed,— The very night before He died! 5 Here, in the broken bread and wine, We hear Him say, "Remember me! "I gave my life to ransom thine;

"I bore thy curse to set thee free." 6 Lord, we are thine; we praise thy love One with thy saints, all one in Thee, We would, until we meet above, In all our ways remember Thee.

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The love of Christ.

HE love of Christ,-what is it?
A sunbeam's genial glow,

That smiles upon the weary path,
The pilgrim treads below;
Guides him along the desert,

Where midnight shades have sway,
And cheers his spirit with the hope
Of calm unclouded day.

2 The love of Christ,-what is it?
An ocean's flowing tide,

Whose source is where th' eternal hills,
In towering strength abide ;

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Whose brow no tempest furrows,
So stormless is that sea:
Sweet fulness of a Saviour's heart,
Our all is launched on Thee!

3 The love of Christ,-what is it?
No faithless, shifting sand,
But an eternal, living rock,

Where all who will may stand;
Whose clefts the soul shall shelter,
When storms are sweeping past;
A shadow from the tempest's wrath,
A covert from the blast.

4 The love of Christ,-what is it?
The theme of loftiest song;
"To Him that loved us," is the shout
Of heaven's enraptured throng!

O for a heart to waken

Some kindred strain below!
Till at thy feet, Thou source of love,
More of Thyself we know!

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"To die is gain."

Thee I gladly all resign;

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Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine:

I shall behold thy glorious face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

2 O glorious hour! O blest abode !

I shall be near, and like my
God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

3 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;

Then burst its chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

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Sanctification.

ATHER of eternal grace!

FGlorify Thyself in me:

Meekly beaming in my face,
May the world thine image see.
2 Happy only in thy love;

Poor, unfriended, or unknown;
Fix my thoughts on things above;
Stay my heart on Thee alone.
3 Humble, holy, all resigned

To thy will, thy will be done ;
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path He trod;
Die with Jesus on the cross;

Rise with Him to Thee, my God.
The goodness of God.

IGH in the heavens, eternal God!

H' Thy goodness in full glory shines;

Thy truth shall break through every cloud,
That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 Forever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge;
But saints are thy peculiar care.
4 My God! how excellent thy grace,

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Whence all our hope and comfort springs:

The sons of Adam, in distress,

Fly to the shadow of thy wings.

5 From the provision of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy, like a river, flows,

And brings salvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.

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The year of Jubilee.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!
The gospel trumpet hear;

The news of heavenly grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face.
The of Jubilee is come;
year

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!

Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad :

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!

Exalt the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,

Through all the world proclaim.

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!

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