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579.

6. Awake, awake, my tuneful powers!
With this delightful song

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

C. M.

1. PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2. With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and-O amazing love!-
He ran to our relief.

3. Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste He fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4. O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

580.

5. Angels! assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold:

WATTS.

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

C. M.

1. HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2. Knowledge, alas! 't is all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

WATTS.

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

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3. This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings,
In the sweet realms of bliss.

4. Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,

The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

C. M.

1. COME, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;

WATTS.

Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.

2. God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;

Calls you His treasure and His joy,
His children and His friends.

3. My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

4. Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.

C. M.

HIGGINBOTHAM.

1. LORD! 't is an infinite delight
To see Thy lovely face,

To dwell whole ages in Thy sight,

And feel Thy vital rays.

2. While the bright nation sounds Thy praise
From each eternal hill,

Sweet odors of exhaling grace,
The happy region fill.

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3. Thy love a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad-
Oh, 't is a heaven worth dying for,
To see a smiling God!

4. Show me Thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;

Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

C. M.

1. JESUS-the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky--
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2. Jesus-the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given-
It scatters all their guilt and fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.

3. Oh that a dying world might know
The glory of His name;

My voice shall His salvation show,
And cry "Behold the Lamb!"

4. Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp' His name;
Proclaim His love, and cry in death—
"Behold, behold the Lamb!"

C. M.

1. O COULD our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades,

WATTS.

C. WESLEY.

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3. Lord, send a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of Thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

4. Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal in the skies.

MRS. STEELE.

585.

586.

C. M.

1. O COULD I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,

Then would my hours glide sweet away.
While leaning on His word.

2. Lord, I desire with Thee to live
Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3. Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart,
And make me wholly Thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve Thy love divine.

4. Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my frame dissolves in death,
My soul shall love Thee more.

C. M.

HARTFORD SELECTION.

1. FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise,
And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.

2. The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

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3. There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasured space,
I'll spend a long eternity

In pleasure and in praise.

4. Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o'er Thy beauties rove,
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of Thy love.

5. My Saviour, every smile of Thine
Shall fresh endearments bring,
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all Thy graces spring.

6. Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to Thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.

C. M.

1. My God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all,

I've none but Thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2. In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;

WATTS.

'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon-
If thou withdraw, 't is night.

3. And while upon my restless bed
Through midnight hours I roll,
If my Redeemer shows His head,
"Tis morning with my soul.

4. To Thee I owe my wealth and friends,
My health and safe abode;

Thanks to Thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

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