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= Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour 3 As gentle mothers lead their babes,

of prayer!

The joy I feel, the bliss I share;
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return.
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Saviour shows his
face;

And gladly take my station there,
To wait for the sweet hour of
prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour

of prayer!

Thy wings shall my petition bear; To Him whose truth and faithfulness

Engage the waiting soul to bless; And, since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace,

I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for the sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour

prayer!

May I thy consolations share;
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty
height,

I view my heaven, and, at the sight,
Put off this robe of flesh, and rise
To gain the everlasting prize;
And realise for ever there

The fruits of the sweet hours of prayer.

422. The Matchless Love.

Tune-Alice Gray.

O
H! had I Gabriel's harp of fire,
I'd sweep the sounding string;
Wake each responsive note of love,
To Christ-of love the king.
For none could love as He has loved,
Attest, thou bloody tree;
And my heart o'erflows with glad-

ness,

For his matchless love to me. The pit in darkling horror yawned, Dread gulph! by sin prepared; And, rushing on with giddy steps, Its penal flames I dared. But Christ appeared-and to His

cross,

From wrath He bid me flee; And my heart o'erflows with gladness,

For his matchless love to me.

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Me by the hand He led,

To where His crimson fount of life,
For human guilt was shed.
There, blood-bedew'd-sin's links

dissolved,

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For His matchless love for me.

423. A Warning to the Youthful Sinner. Tune-Holy War.

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REMEMBER, sinful youth, you

must die;

Remember, sinful youth,
Who hates the way of truth,

And in your pleasures boast, you
must die.

Though you dance and rush along,
you must die;

Though you dance and rush along;
And sing the drunkard's song,
And join the giddy throng, you
must die.

3 Though you 're young, and blithe, and gay, you must die; Though you 're young, and blithe, and gay,

Youthful beauty fades away,
And your strength will soon decay:
you must die.

4 Though you 've got wealth in store, you must die;

Though you've got wealth in store,
And men may you adore,

We tell you o'er and o'er, you must
die.

5 Unless you turn to God, you must die,

Unless you turn to God,

And plunge you 'neath the flood, And wash in Jesus' blood, you must

die.

6 But Mercy's gentle voice whispers, 425. The Saint's Sweet Home.

Live,

But mercy's gentle voice

Says, Make the Lord thy choice, And in his ways rejoice.-Hear and live!

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soon shall fly above, And then I'll see my Jesus' face, and sing redeeming love.

3 Jesus has washed my sins away-I feel they're all forgiven,

I never shall forget the day when I
set out for heaven;

I never shall forget the hour when
I for mercy cried,

By faith Igrasped the saving power,
and felt the blood applied.

4 And now the Spirit leads me on religion's flowery way,

I bid the toys of earth begone, lest they should lead astray; Come, parents, teachers, children all, arise and go with me; Make haste, obey the heavenly call; then you that heaven shall see.

5 Millions of children will be there, all clothed in spotless white, And each a heavenly palm-branch bear-oh, what a glorious sight!

A golden harp each child will play, and wear a dazzling crown, And through a long eternal day, on Jesus' throne sit down.

6 Our tears shall all be wiped away for ever from our eyes,

And we in heaven shall ever stay, beyond the starry skies; My happy spirit longs to soar, I pant my home to see, To range o'er Zion's flow'ry mount, with Him who died for me. JOHN STAMP.

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How sweet to my soul was his pardoning word!

"Twas then I desired from earth to be gone,

For I felt a foretaste of the pleasures of home.

How

sweet to the heart that in Jesus believes ;

How sweet to the soul that salvation receives,

To find at the banqueting-house there is room,

And feel, in God's temple, the blessings of home.

Some years of my warfare, through mercy, I've spent ;

The war has been rough, but I do not repent.

Though waves of affliction around me may foam,

All, all will be calm, when I'm landed at home.

5 At times I feel weary, and long to be free

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From all that doth hinder communion with thee; Still, still I will wait till the Master shall come,

And angels convey me to mansions at home.

Though pressed with affliction, and trouble, and pain,

If faithful I prove, I am sure I shall gain

The fair haven of rest-the port so | 6 There we all shall sing with joy

well known

And sing, with the blood-washed, in heaven at home.

7 Oh! aid me to fight in thy cause till I die;

Then, through blood divine, I shall victory cry.

I shout, while I muse on the millions who 're gone

To regions of glory, the pilgrim's
sweet home.

We 've parents and children with
Jesus in heaven,

And husbands and wives, who from

us have been riven,

Our friends and relations before us

are gone;

Then let us urge forward-we 'll meet them at home.

"Tis there, in the presence of God, we shall stand,

And bless and adore his compassionate hand.

With Jesus, our Saviour, we'll sit on a throne.

And reign, with ten thousands, in glory at home.

JACKSON.

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Chorus.

Oh! that will be joyful, Joyful, joyful, joyful; Oh! that will be joyful, When we meet to part no more. 2 All who love the Lord below, When they die to heaven will go,

And sing with saints above.

3 Little children will be there,
Who have sought the Lord by prayer,
From every Sunday school.
Teachers, too, shall meet above,
And our pastors whom we love
Shall meet to part no more.
5 Oh! how happy we shall be,
For our Saviour we shall see
Exalted on his throne.

And eternity employ,

In praising Christ the Lord! 7 Glitt'ring crowns we then shall

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me,

Safe to glory he will guide me,
Weep not for me.

3 Though the spark of life is waning, weep not for me;

Though the languid eye is straining,
weep not for me;

Though the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing,
'Tis my fetter'd soul releasing.
Weep not for me.

4 Now the pangs of death assail me, weep not for me;

Christ is mine, he will not fail me,
weep not for me;

Farewell, friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you;
Now my crown appears in view,
Weep not for me.

5 Soon I shall behold his glory, weep not for me;

Cast my glittering crown before him, weep not for me;

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Darker than the hermit's cell; Syren pleasures fast had bound me, 3 But fair truth has broke the spell. Gay companions, once I prized you, Wandering in the flowery dell: Though my heart has not despised

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me,

So I bid you both farewell. 3 As the sunbeam on the billow,

Or its white and sparkling spray; Or the dew drops on the willow, Worldly pleasures pass away. But I now have higher pleasure, Sacred joys my bosom swell, Bright as stars, as seas in measure, Worldly pleasure, fare thee well. 4 Once thro' sin's enchanted bowers, Lured by folly's train, I trode; Pleased to pluck the tempting flowers, [strew'd. O'er the downward pathway Now I tread the path to heaven, There I hope with him to dwell, Who has all my sins forgiven; Sin and folly, fare you well.

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For all he hath atonement made,
On the cross;

His pierced feet, his hands and side, Pour forth redemption's healing tide;

Life's cleansing fount was open'd wide,

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On the cross. thousand foes did him surround,

On the cross;

But lo! he did them all confound,
On the cross;

His heavenly Father veil'd his face,
While devils throng'd the sacred
place;

Still he redeem'd our fallen race,
On the cross.

4 Oh! haste, my soul, and see him die, On the cross,

Hark! hear that last expiring cry,
On the cross.

He says, I suffer'd this for thee,
Approach in faith the blood-stain'd
tree,

And thou shalt my salvation see;
On the cross.

5 Oh, come, poor sinner, come with To the cross,

[me,

There's blood-bought pardon flowing free

From the cross; He waits to wash your sins away, Arise! this is the gospel day; Make haste, poor sinner, come away, To the cross.

6 When foes assail, oh, may I fly

To the cross; When strength shall fail, oh, let me die

Near the cross;

And when I reach fair Salem's plain, And join yon high and dazzling train, I'll sing the Lamb for sinners slain On the cross.

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He went from the top of Pisgah.

10 Where is now the prophet Daniel? He went through a den of lions.

5 And when to Jordan's flood we 11 Where are now the Hebrew chil

have come,

Jehovah rules the tide,

And the waters he 'll divide,

While the ransom'd

hosts shall

shout, Ye are come.

6 Our friends we 'll meet again, whom we loved;

Our embraces will be sweet, At the dear Redeemer's feet, When we meet to part no more, who have loved.

7 There, with the happy throng, we 'll rejoice,

Shout glory to our King, While the heavenly arches ring, And to all eternity we 'll rejoice.

830. The Negro's Hymn. Tune-Strength of the Hills. 'Your fathers, where are they?'

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HERE is now the martyr Abel?
Where is now the martyr Abel?
Where is now the martyr Abel?

Safe in the promis'd land.
2 He went up thro' blood & slaughter,
He went up thro' blood & slaughter,
He went up thro' blood & slaughter,
Safe to the promised land.

3 By and by we hope to meet him; By and by we hope to greet him; By and by we hope to see him, Safe in the promised land. 4 When we meet, we 'll sing hallelujah;

dren?

They went through a fiery furnace.

12 Where are now the holy prophets? They went up through faith in Jesus.

13 Where is now the good old Simeon? He's gone to the arms of Jesus. 14 Where are now the twelve apostles? They went up through persecution. 15 Where is now poor, suffering Lazarus ?

He went up to Abraham's bosom. 16 Where are now the conquering martyrs ?

They went up through racks and tortures.

17 Where are now the bless'd reformers?

They went up through Smithfield fires.

18 Where is now devoted Wesley?

He went shouting, God is with us. 19 Where are now our pious parents? They went up by holy living. 20 Where are now our little children? Angels they came down to fetch them.

21 Where is now our Saviour Jesus? He went through great tribulation. 22 How do we expect to meet him? Walking in the steps of Jesus.

ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP,

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