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801.

C. M.
1. Bright were the mornings first impearld

O’er earth, and sea, and air;
The birthdays of a rising world

For Power divine was there.
2. But fairer shone the tears of God,

For Lazarus, o'er his grave-
Since love divine bedew'd the sod

Of one He sought to save.
3. Sweet drops of grace, the pledges given,

Of mercy's mighty plan-
That He, who was the Prince of heaven,

Had pity upon man!
4. Let us Thy dear example, Lord !

Fixed in our memories keep
That we, obedient to Thy word,

May weep with those that weep.

802.

C.M.
1. Jesus, united by Thy grace,

And each to each endeared,
With confidence we seek Thy face,

And know our prayer is heard.
2. Make us into one spirit drink;

Baptize into Thy name;
And let us always kindly think,

And sweetly speak, the same.
3. Touched by the loadstone of Thy love,

Let all our hearts agree;
And ever toward each other move,

And ever move toward Thee, C. WESLEY.

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803.

C. M.
1. When I can read my title clcar

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2. Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.
3. 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.
4. There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll,

Across my peaceful breast.

WATTS.

Doxology. C.M.

1. The God of mercy be adored,

Who calls our souls from death,
Who saves by His redeeming word

And new-creating breath;
2. To praise the Father and the Son

And Spirit all-divine-
The One in Three, and Three in One

Let saints and angels join.

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1. O No, we can not sing the song

Made for Jehovah's praise;
Our sorrowing harps refuse their strings,

In Zion's gladsome strains.
2. They bid us be in mirthful mood,

And dry those tears so sad ;
But Judah's hearths are desolate,

And how can we be glad ?
3. Silent our harps o'er Babel's stream

Are hung on willows wet;
And Zion, though we no more see,

We never can forget.

4. Sad be the notes, the plaintive wail,

Our lyres must falter here;
Echoes of songs within the vail,

Celestial, sweet, and clear.
5. O memory! can those strains on high

Grow silent, and unknown?
Can death's deep pall enshroud our eyes,

And hide yon glitt'ring throne.
6. Jerusalem ! thy banished ones—

Prove anguish and regret-
But endless curses wait on them,

If thee they can forget!

805.

C.M.
1. JEsus, in sickness and in pain,

Be near to succor me,
My sinking spirit still sustain;

To Thee I turn, to Thee.
2. When cares and sorrows thicken round,

And nothing bright I see,
In Thee alone can help be found;

To Thee I turn, to Thee.
3. Should strong temptations fierce assail,

As if to ruin me,
Then in Thy strength will I prevail,

While still I turn to Thee.
4. Through all my pilgrimage below,
Whate'er

my

lot
In joy or sadness, weal or woe,

Jesus, I'll turn to Thee.

may be,

T. H. GALL AUDET.

806.

C. M.
1. When languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look by faith abroad,

And long to fly away ;

2. Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place

Where Jesus pleads above;
3. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace

For all things to depend;
. 4. Sweet, in the confidence of faith,

To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,

And know no will but His.

5. If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be
Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from Theo?

TOPLADY.

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1. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain,
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain.
2. 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still.
3. It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.

4. O let me wing my hallowed flight

From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.

B. W. NOEL.

808.

C. M.
1. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise,

And where 's our courage fled ?
Has restless sin, and raging hell,

Struck all our comforts dead ?
2. Have we forgot the almighty name

That formed the earth and sea ?
And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary or decay ?
3. Treasures of everlasting might

In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,

And treads their foes to hell.
4. Mere mortal power shall fade and die,

And youthful vigor cease;
But those that wait upon the Lord

Shall feel their strength increase.
5. The saints shall mount on eagle's wings,

And taste the promised bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrivo

Where perfect pleasure is.

WATTS.

809.

C.M.
1. ONE
prayer I have all

prayers

in one-
When I am wholly Thinc;
Thy, will, my God, l'hy will be done,

And let that will be mine.
2. All-wise, almighty, and all-good,

In Thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,

Äre merciful and just.
3. May I remember that to Theo
Whate'er I have I

owe;
And back, in gratitude, from me

May all Thy bounties flow.

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