705. 2. One family, we dwell in Him, 3. One army of the living God, : Part of the host have crossed the flood, 4. Some to their everlasting home And we are to the margin come, 5. Oh that we now might see our Guide! Come, blessed Lord! the waves divide, C. WESLEY. C. M. 1. Nor to the terrors of the Lord, 2. But we are come to Sion's hill, Where milder words declare His will, 3. Behold the innumerable host 4. Behold the blest assembly there, 5. The saints on earth and all the dead 6. In such society as this My weary soul would rest; The man that dwells where Jesus is, WATTS. 1. OUR souls, by love together knit, One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 2. Our hearts have often burned within, While Jesus spoke, and fed, and bless'd, 3. The little cloud increases still, 4. A rill, a stream, a torrent flows! sweep the nations, shake the earth, 5. And when Thou mak'st Thy jewels up, 6. May we, a little band of love, We sinners, saved by grace, MILLER. 1. BLESS'D be the dear, uniting love, 2. Joined in one Spirit to our head, 3. Partakers of the Saviour's grace, Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 4. But let us hasten to the day Which shall our flesh restore; When death shall all be done away, C. M. C. WESLEY. 1. THE glorious universe around, 2. The earth, the ocean, and the sky, Where all that walk, or swim, or fly. 3. In one fraternal bond of love, The saints below and saints above 4. Here in their house of pilgrimage, Thy statutes are their song; There, through one bright, eternal age, MONTGOMERY. 708. 1. O, IT is joy in one to meet Whom one communion blends, 2. 'T is joy to think the angel train, Who 'mid heaven's temple shine, 3. But chief 't is joy to think that He, 4. Then who would choose to walk abroad, ANCIENT HYMNS. 710. C. M. 1. How sweet and heav'nly is the sight, 2. When each can feel his brother's sigh, 3. When love in one delightful stream And union sweet, with fond esteem, 4. Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heav'n that finds SWAIN. 1. WHAT poor despised company Who walk in yonder narrow way, 2. Ah, those are of a royal line, 3. But some of them seem poor, distressed, Ah! they 're of boundless wealth possessed, 4. But why keep they that narrow road, Why?-that's the way their Leader trod; 5. Why must they shun the pleasant path, 1. How happy every child of grace, 2. A country far from mortal sight, The land of rest, the saints' delight, 3. O, what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers, |