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Heb. x. 37.

L.M.

1-"A little while!"-Our Lord shall come,

And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Where He for us has gone before.

2-"A little while!"-He'll come again;
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.

3-"A little while!"-"Twill soon be past; Why should we shun the promised cross? O let us in His footsteps haste,

Counting for Him all else but loss.

4-"A little while!"-Come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy bride has tarried long;
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song.

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Matt. xviii. 20.

8,7,4.

1-In Thy name, O Lord, assembling,
We, Thy people, now draw near ;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling;
Speak, and let thy servants hear,

Hear with meekness,

Hear Thy word with godly fear.

2-While our days on earth are lengthen'd, May we give them, Lord, to Thee; Cheer'd by hope, and daily strengthen'd, May we run, nor weary be;

'Till Thy glory

Without clouds in heaven we see.

3-Then in worship, purer, sweeter,

Thee Thy people shall adore,

Tasting of enjoyment greater

Far than thought conceived before,

Full enjoyment,

Full, unmix'd and evermore.

P.M.

21

2 Peter iii. 12.

1—0 haste away, my brethren dear,

And come to Canaan's shore;
We'll meet and sing for ever there,
When all our toils are o'er.

O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful !

To meet to part no more,
To meet to part no more,
On Canaan's happy shore;

And there sing hallelujah

With the friends that have gone before.

2-How sweet to hear the hallow'd theme
That saints shall ever sing,

To hear their voices all proclaim,
"Salvation to the King."

O that will be, etc.

3-Around His throne all cloth'd in white, Will all His saints appear,

And, shining in His glory bright,

Will see our Saviour there.

O that will be, etc.

4-Through heav'n the shouts of angels ring When sons to God are born;

O what a company will sing
On the millennial morn!

O that will be, etc.

5-Through one eternal day we'll sing,
And bless His sacred name,

With hallelujah to the King,
And "Worthy is the Lamb."

O that will be, etc.

22

Rev. xxii. 20.

P.M.

1-The church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;

And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.

Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,

And still in weeds of widowhood

She weeps a mourner yet.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

2-Saint after saint on earth

Has liv'd, and lov'd, and died;
And as they left us one by one,

We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn ;
We laid them but to ripen there,
'Till the last glorious morn.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

3-The serpent's brood increase,
The powers of hell grow bold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low,
And love is waxing cold.
How long, O Lord our God,

Holy and true and good,

Wilt thou not judge thy suffering church,
Her sighs and tears and blood?

Come then, Lord Jesus, come !

4-We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,

To share thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.