2 Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length

My Salvation and my Strength;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.

4 Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame!

Still His worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all His deeds.

5 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is He!
God, the Saviour, dwells in Thee.

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OW sweet to know His name, who reigns
Supreme on yonder throne;

His love supplies, His power sustains,
His love and power alone.

2 We'll praise the name of Him, who gives What worlds could never buy;

He once was dead, but now He lives,
And lives no more to die.

3 The name He bears is power and love,
'Tis wisdom, truth and grace;
'Tis all that angels know above,
Who see with open face.

4 Let everlasting praise be His
Whose life for us was giv'n;
His name, the greatest, sweetest is,
Of all in earth and heav'n.

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LORY be to Him who sav'd us,
Bore our sins, our sorrows took;
Long a foreign Lord enslav'd us,
Long we wore his iron yoke;
Till One stronger

By His power, the fetters broke.

2 His, the undivided glory
Of a day, so dearly won;
Yours, ye saints, to tell the story,
Yours, to make His glory known;
Tell with gladness,

Tell what God our Lord has done.

3 Hear it! O ye heavens! and wonder;
Be amaz'd! O earth! at this;

He, whose arm is cloth'd with thunder,
Stoops to save, and mortal is,

Jesus suffers!

Shame, and death, and sorrow, His.

4 Saviour, make us what we should be,
Full of grace and full of love;
This, we trust, is what we would be,
But we have no pow'r to move;
God our Saviour!

Raise our souls to things above.

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Gen. xxviii. 19.

GOD of Bethel! by whose hand,
Thy people still are fed,

Who through this weary wilderness
Hast all our fathers led.

2 Oh! hear the prayers we now present
Before Thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers! be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 O! spread Thy cov'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease;
And at our Father's lov'd abode,
Our feet arrive in peace.

5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand,
Our humble souls implore:

And Thou shalt be our chosen God
And portion evermore.

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FOR

OR Thy free electing favor,
Thee, O Father! we adore;
Jesus, our atoning Saviour!
Thee we worship evermore;
Holy Ghost! from both proceeding,
Let Thy praise our breath employ;
Earnest of our future heaven,
Source of holiness and joy.

THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore;

A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore!

2 Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest
In every golden ray;

Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.

3 Thy bounty every season crowns,
With all the bliss it yields;

With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain the fields.

4 But chiefly Thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen:

There, like a sun, Thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

5 Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy,
Through Jesus' name are given;
He, on the cross, was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.

C. M.

E saints, come and join in the praise of the

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Lamb,

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The theme inexhausted of angels above:
They dwell with delight on the sound of His

name,

And gaze on His glory with rapture and love.

2 See, see to what honors the Saviour is rais'd; He sits on a throne, 'tis the throne of the sky; Come, let us adore Him, who ought to be prais'd,

And learn with the angels in glory to vie.

3 They sing of the Lamb, who to save us was slain;

We'll take up the theme which we cannot

improve;

And, worthy the Lamb, cry again and again,
Till our hearts are inflam'd with the fire of

His love.

4 All glory to Jesus, who sits on the throne; Let angels and saints spread the sound of His fame:

We bow to the Lamb, who is worthy alone,
And give Him the praise that belongs to His

RETURN to bless my waiting eyes,

L. M.

And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord!
Without Thee, all beneath the skies
No real pleasure can afford.

2 When Thy lov'd presence meets my sight,
It softens care and sweetens toil;

The sun shines forth with double light,
The whole creation wears a smile.

3 Upon Thine arm of love I rest,

Thy gracious voice forbids my fear;
No storms disturb my peaceful breast,
No foes assault when Thou art near.