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WARWICK. C. M.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

1 ETERNAL Sun of righteousness,
Display thy beams divine,
And cause the glory of thy face
Upon my heart to shine.

2 Light, in thy light, oh, may I sec,
Thy grace and mercy prove,
Revived, and cheered, and blest by thee,
The God of pardoning love.

3 Lift up thy countenance serene,
And let thy happy child
Behold, without a cloud between,
The Father reconciled.

4 On me thy promised peace bestow,
The peace by Jesus given ;—
The joys of holiness below,
And then the joys of heaven.

1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heaven on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains:
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

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1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known;
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before his throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round,
How bright those glories shine.

3 When in his earthly courts we view
The beauties of our King,
We long to love as angels do,

And with their voice to sing.

4 Oh, for the day, the glorious day!

When heaven and earth shall raise With all their powers, the raptured lay, To celebrate thy praise.

HYMN. C. M.

1. Come, thou de-sire

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1 COME, thou desire of all thy saints! Our humble strains attend,

While with our praises and complaints, Low at thy feet we bend.

2 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

3 Come, Lord! thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

4 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.

5 Then shall our hearts enraptured say,
Come, great Redeemer! come,

And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.

1 BLEST day of God! most calm, most bright,

The first, the best of days,

The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise.

2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise,

And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.

3 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they the day of Christ who love,
A happy week shall find.

4 This day I must with God appear;
For, Lord, the day is thine;
Help me to spend it in thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.

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BEMERTON. C. M.

1 LORD! when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Oh, may we feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.

2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart :
And let a healing ray from thee
Beam hope on every heart.

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;
Nor let a thought our bosom share,
Which is not wholly thine.

4 Let faith each meek petition fill,

And waft it to the skies;

And teach our heart 'tis goodness still
That grants it or denies.

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1 SPIRIT of truth! on this thy day,
To thee for help we cry,

To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2 We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame,
Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim,
With fervor in our own.

3 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share;
Yet hope to feel thy comfort near,
And bless thee in our prayer.

4 When tongues shall cease, and decay,

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And knowledge empty prove, Do thou thy trembling servants stay, With faith, and hope, and love.

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1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,

And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are opened by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach the almighty throne.

34.

1 GOD of the sun-light hours, how sad
Would evening shadows be,
Or night, in deeper sable clad,-
If aught were dark to thee!

2 How mournfully that golden gleam
Would touch the thoughtful heart,
If, with its soft, retiring beam,
We saw thy love depart.

3 But, tho' the gathering gloom may hide Those gentle rays awhile,

Yet they who in thy house abide,
Shall ever share thy smile.

4 Then let creation's volume close
Though every page be bright;
On thine, still open, we repose
With more intense delight.

1 COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 IIe formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his work, and not our own,
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

4 Oft have our fathers told,--
Our eyes have often seen,--

How well our God secures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.

5 In every new distress,

We'll to his house repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,

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And seek deliverance there.

Psalm 63.

1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.

2 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared with this,
To serve and please the Lord.

3 In wakeful hours of night,

I call my God to mind;
I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.

4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

5 The shadow of thy wings.
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.