2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord,
Thou hast prepared a place,

That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon Thy face.

3 And ever on Thine earthly path
A gleam of glory lies;

A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veils Thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs,
And let Thy grace be given,
That while we linger yet below,
Our hearts may be in heaven;

5 That where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be;

Dwell in us now, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.

4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name, an everlasting name,
Their joy, the joy of heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.

6 The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

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was slain!"

4 To Thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, Born of deep fervent love, shall rise⚫ All honor to Thy Name belongs; Our lips would sound it through the skies. 5 "Jesus!"-all earth shall speak the word; "Jesus!"-all heaven resound it still; Emmanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord, Thy praise the universe shall fill. 168 GREGORY THE GREAT RAY PALMER. 10 CHRIST, our King, Creator, Lord, Saviour of all who trust Thy word, To them who seek Thee ever near, Now to our praises bend Thine ear. In Thy dear cross a grace is found, It flows from every streaming wound, Whose power our inbred sin controls, Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 3 Thou didst create the stars of night, Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light; Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, A mortal's painful lot to bear. 4 When Thou didst hang upon the tree,

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The quaking earth acknowledged Thee; When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath,

The world grew dark as shades of death. 5 Now in the Father's glory high, Great Conqueror, no more to die, Us by Thy mighty power defend, And reign through ages without end.

HEBER.

C. M.

G. KINGSLEY.

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ear;

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 Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

4 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.

5 Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

170 BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX; E. CASWALL.
1 JESUS, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

When slumbers o'er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart,

The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
All-glorious as Thou art.