5 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice!
And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

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Pleasures unseen.

1 OH! could our thoughts and wishes fly,
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds, beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Oh! then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

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The Robe of Righteousness.

1 AWAKE, my heart! arise, my tongue!
Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis he adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.

3 And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments-how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 Strangely, my soul! art thou arrayed
By the great sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.

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The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake-and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint ;— 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new, and ever young, And firm endures while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love, our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

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The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 T is God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;

"T is he, whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun:

And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet,
We'll lay our trophies down.

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Rejoicing in Hope.

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King!
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod ;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock! and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There, your seat is now prepared,-
There, your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
5 Lord! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

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The Christian Warfare.

1 STAND up, my soul! shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armor on; March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, thy great Captain 's gone, 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph, when he rose. 3 Then, let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There, peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious leader's praise.

1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge,-alas! 't is all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
"T is this shall strike our joyful strings,
In the sweet realms of bliss.

4 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.

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Love to God and Man.

1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use,If love be absent, I am found

Like tinkling brass-an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach, and tell All that is done in heaven and hell,— Or could my faith the world remove, Still-I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the hungry-clothe the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God, and love to men, Be absent, all my hopes are vain : Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The work of love can e'er fulfill.

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L. M.

Who on earth are blessed.

1 BLEST are the humble souls, that see
Their emptiness and poverty;

Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows-
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,

And plead their cause against the great.
4 Blest are the souls, that thirst for grace,-
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well-supplied, and fed,
With living streams and living bread.

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Who on earth are blessed.

1 BLEST are the men, whose hearts do move
And melt with sympathy and love;

From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

2 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;

With endless pleasure, they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

3 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,--
The sons of God, the God of peace.

4 Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame, for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,-
Glory and joy are their reward.

1 HOW sweet and heavenly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord