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3 Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou shalt come again,

With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.

Lord, by Thy saving power,

So make us live and die,

That we may stand in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high.

W. CROFT.

10 FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,-
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of Thy Name.

3 Jesus! the Name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
'Tis music in the sinner's ears;

'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.

C. M.

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ISAAC WATTS.

ORTONVILLE.

2 No mortal can with Him compare

Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from His bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they saould all be Thine.

4 Ascended now in glory bright,

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Still one with us Thou art;

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, Thy saints and Thee can part.

Soon, soon shall come that glorious day When, seated on Thy throne,

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display That Thou with us art one.

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Unknown.

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives;
He lives, who once was dead;
To me in grief He comfort gives;
With peace He crowns my head.

2 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave,
At God's right hand on high,
My ransomed soul to keep and save,
To bless and glorify.

3 He lives to fill my breast with love,
With joy my heart to feed;
He lives to plead for me above,
To succor me in need.

4 He lives that I may also live,

And now His grace proclaim,
He lives that I may honor give
To His most holy Name.

5 Let strains of heavenly music rise,
While all their anthem sing
To Christ, our precious Sacrifice,
And ever-living King.

BEECHER. 8.7. D.

J. ZUNDEL.

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