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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.

WATTS.

581.

C. M.
1. Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,

And sing the Saviour's love;
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.

HIGGINBOTHAM.

582.

C. M.

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.

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.

WATTS.

583.

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. WESLEY.

584.

C. M.
1. O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades !
here 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.

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.

HARTFORD SELECTION.

C. M.
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.

586.

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.

WATTS.

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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;
'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,

"T is 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.

5. Were I possessor of the earth,

And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself,

I were a wretch undone.
6. Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore,
Grant me the visits of Thy face,
And I desire no more.

WATTS.

588.

C. M.
1. The bird let loose in Eastern skies,

Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies

Where idler warblers roam.
2. But high she shoots through air and light,

Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadow dims her way.
3. So grant, me, Lord, from every snare

Of sinful passion free,
Aloft through faith's serener air

To hold my course to Thee.
4. No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,

Thy freedom in her wings.

MOORE.

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1. Thy home is with the humble, Lord!

The simplest are the best;
Thy lodging is in childlike hearts;

Thou makest there Thy rest.
2. Dear Comforter! Eternal Love!

If Thou wilt stay with me,
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways
I'll build a house for Thee.

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