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Christ Precious.

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2. It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

3. Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought:
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

4. Till then, I would thy love proclaim.
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

And cast each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2. Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?

3. Do I not love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus can not move.

4. Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?

5. Could not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

6. Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

101. ·Heaven Anticipated.

1. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue,
And let the joys of heaven impart

Their influence to our song.

2. Then to the shining realms of bliss The wings of faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise

Our raptured thoughts explore.

3. There shall the followers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;

And endless honors to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.

Our feeble notes inspire;

Till in thy blissful courts above,
We join the heavenly choir.

102. Condescension of Christ.

1. THE Saviour! O, what endless charms Dwell in that blissful sound!

Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet peace around.
2. Here pardon, life, and joy divine,
In rich profusion flow,
For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doomed to endless woe.
3. The mighty Former of the skies
Descends to our abode,

While angels view with wond'ring eyes,
And hail th' incarnate God.

4. How rich the depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine;
I can not wish for more.

5. On thee alone my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall,
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.

103. A Name above every Name
1. JESUS, in thy transporting name

What glories meet our eyes!
Thou art the seraphs' lofty theme,
The wonder of the skies.

2. Well might the heavens with wonder

view

A love so strange as thine;

No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine.

3. And didst thou, Saviour, leave the sky,

To sink beneath our woes?

Didst thou descend to bleed and die
For thy rebellious foes?

'Tis here our hope relies;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.

4. Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

5. Great God, to thy almighty love,
What honors shall we raise ?
Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.

105.

The watchful Shepherd.

1. My Shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is his name;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways,

And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3. When I walk through the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows;
Thine oil anoints my head.

5. The sure provisions of my God,
Attend me all my days;

O may thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise.

6. There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come-
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.

ZEPHYR. L. M.

W. B B. BY PERMISSION

GENTLY

union sweet, ac-cord-ing minds!

1. How blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heav'nly course they run,
Whose hearts and faith and hopes are
one!

2. To each, the soul of each how dear!
What tender love, what holy fear!
How doth the gen'rous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!

3. Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt, and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4. Together oft they seek the place,
Where God reveals his awful face;
At length they meet in realms above,
A heav'n of joy-a heav'n of love.

1. WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind,

And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2. I chide my unbelieving heart,

And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought. of thee. 3. O, let me, then, at length be taught (What I am still so slow to learn) That God is Love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4. Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!

But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet-
Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.

5. But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.

6. Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine; Thou therefore all the praise receive;

Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.

109. Enjoyment in the Service.

1. FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be

gone;

Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2. O, warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire: Come sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love. 3. Blest Saviour, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Ne'er did the angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love. 4. Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!

In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thy glorious name shall be adored, And every tongue confess thee, Lord. 110.

Security in the Cross.

1. HERE at thy cross, incarnate God,

I lay my soul beneath thy love-
Beneath the droppings of thy blood-
Nor shall it, Jesus, e'er remove.

2. Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,

Unmoved and firm this heart should

lie; Resolved, for that's my last defenceIf I must perish, there to die.

3. But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear Am I not safe beneath thy shade? Thy justice will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 4. Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my Saviour God,

And my best honors to his name. 111. Man mortal, and God eternal. 1. THROUGH every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne, ere heaven was made,

Or earth, thy humble footstool, laid.

2. Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began,

Or dust was fashioned into man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure,
When earth and time shall be no more.

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3. But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity;
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just―
Return, ye sinners, to the dust."
A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day in thine account;
Like yesterday's departed light,
Or the last watch of ending night.
112. Waiting at the Mercy-Seat.
1. FROM deep distress, and troubled
thoughts,

To thee, my God, I raise my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,

No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2. But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Dispensing pardons freely there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear. 3. As the benighted pilgrims wait,

And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate;

When will my God his face display? 4. My trust is fixed upon thy word,

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5. His love is great, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,

And pardons what our hands have
done.

113. Trusting in God in times of Despondency.

1. My spirit sinks within me, Lord; But I will call thy grace to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind.

2. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray.

3. I'll chide my heart, that sinks so low; Why should my soul indulge in grief?

4.

Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

O God, thou art my hope, my joy;

Thy light and truth shall guide me

still:

Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,

And lead me to thy heavenly hill.

RETREAT. L. M.

HASTINGS.

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3. There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith we meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And sense and sin becloud no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet.

And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5. Oh! let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.