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O enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto: Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
His mercy is for ever sure;
And shall from age to age endure.
WALKING WITH GOD.
Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame; A light, to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb !
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word ?
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !
How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame:
That leads me to the Lamb.
HAPPINESS, thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat, О tell me, where ? Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out,— It is not here :'
Object of my first desire,
Jesus, crucified for me!
Only to be found in thee :
Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny ; Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die : Source and giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are thine, Mine they are, if thou art mine.
FROM THE OLD SPANISH. Earth and Heaven bewailing, The light at mid-day failing, The sea that sparkled cheerily Rolling dark waves drearily ; It was an hour of dread When the Saviour said Eli! Eli! from the tree, Lord, I yield my soul to thee!
It was an hour of grieving
Jesus' dying agonies !
Mary, Mother, humbly kneeling,
Jesus' blood and Mary's tears !