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2. Where dost Thou, dear Shepherd,

Resort with Thy sheep,
To feed them in pastures of love;

Say, why in the valley

of death should I weep, Or alone in this wilderness rove.

3. O! why should I wander

An alien from Thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread ?

Thy foes will rejoice when

My sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4. Ye daughters of Zion,

Declare, have you seen The star that on Israel shone ?

Say, if in your tents

My Beloved has been, And where with His flocks He is gone? 5. Love sits in His eyelids,

And scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high!

Their faces the cherubim

Vail in His sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.
6. He looks! and ten thousands

Of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His words;

He speaks! and eternity,

Filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
7. Dear Shepherd ! I hear, and

Will follow Thy call;
I know the sweet sound of Thy voice;

Restore and defend me,

For thou art my all, And in Thee I will ever rejoice.

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731.

Ils & 10s. 1. The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose

Where the pastures in beauty are growing, He leads me afar from the world and its woes,

Where in peace the still waters are flowing. 2. He strengthens my spirit, He shows me the path

Where the arms of His love shall enfold me, And when I walk through the dark valley of death,

His rod and His staff will uphold me !

732.

lls & 10s. 1. O! TELL me, Thou life and delight of my soul,

Where the flock of Thy pastures are feeding; I seek Thy protection, I need Thy control,

I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 2. O! tell me the place where Thy flocks are at rest,

Where the noontide will find them reposing ? The tempest now rages, my soul is distress'd,

And the pathway of peace I am losing. 3. O! why should I stray with the flocks of Thy foes,

'Mid the desert where now they are roving, Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes,

And temptations their ruin are proving ! 4. O! when shall my foes and my wandering cease ?

And the follies that fill me with weeping !
Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace

Thou dost give to the flock Thou art keeping. 5. A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee return

By the way where the footprints are lying:
No longer to wander, no longer to mourn;
O fair one, now homeward be flying !

T. HASTINGS. 733.

L. M.
1. From every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2. There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place of all on earth most sweet;

It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3. There is a scene where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sundered far, by faith we meet

Around one common mercy-seat.
4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar,

And sense and sin becloud no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 5. Oh! let my hand forget her skill,

My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

STOWELL.

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1. All mortal vanities, be gone,

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, amid the eternal throne,

A vision of the Lamb appears !

2. Lo, He receives a sealed book From Him that sits

upon

the throne ! Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

On dark decrees and things unknown! 3. All the assembling saints around

Fall worshiping before the Lamb,
And in new songs of Gospel sound

Address their honors to His name.

4. The joy, the shout, the harmony,

Flies o'er the everlasting hills-
“ Worthy-art Thou alone," they cry,

“To read the book, to loose the seals."

5. Our voices join the heavenly strain,

And with transporting pleasure sing,
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King !"

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WATTS,

735.

L. M.
1. The turf shall be my fragrant shrine:

My temple, Lord, that arch of Thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,

And silent thoughts my only prayers. 2. My choir shall be the moon-lit waves,

When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,

E’en more than music, breathes of Thee. 3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,

All light and silence, like Thy throne;
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes

that watch

my

rite.
4. Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look,

Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I can read, in words of flame,

The glories of Thy wondrous name.
5. There's nothing bright, above, below,

From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of Thy Deity.
6. There's nothing dark, below, above,

But in its gloom I trace Thy love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again.

MOORE.

736.

L. M.
1. Light of the soul! O, Saviour blest !

Soon as thy presence fills the breast,
Darkness and guilt are put to flight,
And all is sweetness and delight.

2. Son of the Father ! Lord most high!

How glad is he who feels Thee nigh'
Come in Thy hidden majesty;

Fill us with love, fill us with Thee.
3. Jesus is from the proud concealed,

But evermore to babes revealed,
Through Him, unto the Father be
Glory and praise eternally.

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1. Nor seldom, clad in radiant vest, Deceitfully goes

forth the

morn; Not seldom evening in the west

Sinks sweetly, smilingly forsworn. 2. The smoothest seas will sometimes prove,

To the confiding bark, untrue;
And if she trust the stars above,

They can be false and treacherous too. 3. The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread

Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,
Draws lightnings down upon the head

It promised surely to defend.
4. But Thou art true, incarnate Lord,

Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;
Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word

No change can break or falsify. 5. I bent before Thy gracious throne,

And asked for peace with suppliant knee; And peace was given-nor peace alone,

But faith, and hope, and ecstasy !

WORDSWORTH.

738.

L. M.
1. WHEN groves by moonlight silence keep,

And winds the vexed waves release,
And fields are hushed, and cities sleep-

Lord, is not that the hour of peace ?

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