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I tread the world beneath my feet,

And all that earth calls good or great. 3 While such a scene of sacred joys

Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit and gaze away

A long, and everlasting day.
4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night,

To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove

O’er the dear object of our love. 6 Send comforts down from thy right hand,

While we pass through this barren land,
And in thy temple let us see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.

C. M. 134.

Christ, our Example.
1 BEHOLD! where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine:
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light
To give the mourner joy,

1 To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
3 Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,

He, meek and patient, stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,

Who labored for their good.
4 When, in the hour of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,

“ Thy will, not mine, be done!"
5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide,

His image may we bear;
Oh! may we tread his holy step,
His joy and glory share.

C. M. 135.

The Glory of Christ in Heaven 1 OH! the delights, the heavenly joys,

The glories of the place,

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams

of his o'erflowing grace!
2 8weet majesty and awful love

Sit smiling on his brow;
And all the glorious ranks'above,

At humble distance bow.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise,

Through every heavenly street ;
And lay their heavenly honors down,

Submissive, at his feet.
4 This is the man, th' exalted man,

Whom we, unseen, adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,

Our hearts shall love him more.
5 Lord! how our souls are all on fire,

To see thy blest abode;
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise

To our incarnate God.

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H. M. 136.

Prophet, Priest, and King.
1 JOIN all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,

Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2 Great prophet of our God!

Our tongues would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news

of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,

Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 3 Jesus, our great High-Priest,

Hath shed his blood and died;
My guilty conscience needs

No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone ;

And now it pleads before the throne.
4 O thou almighty Lord,

Our conqueror and our King!

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Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing;
Thine is the power; Oh! make us sit,
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.

L. M. 137.

Luving-Kindness.
I AWAKE, my soul! in joyful lays,

And sing 'thy great Redeemer's praise ;
He justly claims a song from me ;-

His loving-kindness,-Oh! how free! 2 He saw me ruined by the fall,

Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate;

His loving-kindness,-Oh! how great! 3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,

Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood ;-

His loving-kindness,-Oh ! how good! 4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale

Soon all my mortal powers shall fail;
Oh ! may my last expiring breath

His loving-kindness sing in death.
5 Then let me mount, and soar away

To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

S. M.
138. Christ, our Sacrifice.
1 NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away ;-
A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of thine,
While, like a penitent, I stand,

And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on th' accursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice,

And sing his bleeding love.

8s. 139.

The Songs of Heaven.
1 YE angels! who stand round the throne,

And view my Immanuel's face,-
In rapturous songs make him known,

Tune-tune your soft harps to his praise :
He formed you the spirits you are,

So happy, so noble, so good;
When others sunk down in despair,

Confirmed by his power, ye stood.
2 Ye saints! who stand nearer than they,

And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace and his glory display,

And all his rich mercies repeat:
He snatched you from hell and the grave,

He ransomed from death and despair :
For you he was mighty to save,

Almighty to bring you safe there. 3 Oh! when will the moment appear,

When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,

And I to your Saviour belong :
I'm fettered, and chained here in clay,-

I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,

My God and my Saviour to see. 4 I long to put on my attire,

Washed white in the blood of the Lamb;
I long to be one of your choir,

And tune my sweet harp to his name;
I long-Oh! I long to be there,

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu,-
Your joy and your friendship to share,

To wonder, and worship with you.

H. M. 140. The Name of Christ a sweet Savor. 1 PRAISE to the Lord on high,

Who spreads his triumphs wide !
While Jesus' fragrant name

Is breathed on every side;
Balmy and rich the odors rise,

And fill the earth, and reach the skies.
2 Ten thousand dying souls

Its influence feel-and live;
Sweeter than vital air

The incense they receive:
They breathe anew, and rise and sing-

Jesus, the Lord, their conquering King. 3 But they, who scorn the grace

That brings salvation nigh,
And turn away their face,

Must faint, and fall, and die:
So sad a doom, ye saints! deplore,
For Oh! they fall to rise no more.

L. M. · 141.

Christ present with his Peaple.
1 HOW sweet to leave the world awhile,

And seek the presence of our Lord !
Dear Saviour ! on thy people smile,

And come according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat,

That we may here converse with thee:
Ah! Lord ! behold us at thy feet;

Let this the "gate of heaven” be.
B “Chief of ten thousand !” now appear,

That we by faith may see thy face:
Oh! speak, that we thy voice may hear,
And let thy presence fill this place.

C. M.

Excellency of Christ.
I INFINITE loveliness is thine,

Thou glorious Prince of grace!
Thine uncreated beauties shine,

With never-fading rays.
2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,

Come bending at thy feet.

142.

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