3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chain of reigning sin, Do our imperious lust subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew.

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice,
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.

80. "These are they which came out of L. M.

great tribulation."-Rev. vii. 14.

Q. EXALTED high at God's right-hand,

Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crown'd, in white array, My wond'ring soul says, who are they? 2 A. These are the saints belov'd of God, Wash'd are their robes in Jesu's blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light.

3 Q. Brighter than angels, lo, they shine, Their glories great, their joys divine; Tell me their origin, and say,

Their order, what, and whence came they? 4 A. Thro' tribulation great they came, They bare the cross, they bare the shame; Within the living temple blest,

In God they dwell, in God they rest.

5 Q. And does the cross thus prove their gain, And shall they thus for ever reign,

Seated on sapphire thrones to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace

?

6 A. Hunger they ne'er shall feel again, Nor burning thirst shall they sustain; To wells of living water led,

By God the Lamb for ever fed.

7 Q. Unknown to mortal ears they sing,
The secret glories of their King;
Tell me the subject of their lays,
And whence their loud exalted praise?
8 A. Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme,
They sing the wonders of his name;
They sing the wonders of his grace,
His Godhead, blood, and righteousness.
Amen, they cry, to him alone,
Who reigns upon his Father's throne:
They give him glory, and again
Repeat his praise, and say, Amen.

9

81.

"The redeemed of the Lord."-Isa. i. 11.

6.8.

EXTOL the Lamb of God,

The great atoning Lamb!
Redemption in his blood,

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Ye slaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive,

And safe in Jesus dwell,

And bless'd in Jesus live;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heav'nly grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face.
The year of jubilee is come,
Return to your eternal home.

82.

"Consider him,-lest ye be wearied
and faint in your minds."-Heb. xii. 3.

FAINT not Christian! though the road,
Leading to thy blest abode,

Darksome be, and dang'rous too,

Christ thy guide will bring thee through. 2 Faint not Christian! though in rage Satan would thy soul engage;

Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle field.

3 Faint not Christian! though the world
Has its hostile flag unfurl'd;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.

4 Faint not Christian! though within
There's a heart so prone to sin;
The pow'r of Christ is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.

7's.

5 Faint not Christian! though thy God
Smite thee with the chast'ning rod;
Smite he must with Father's care,
That he may his love declare.

6 Faint not Christian! Jesu's near,
Soon in glory he'll appear;
And his love will then bestow
Power over ev'ry foe.

7 Faint not Christian! look on high,
See the harpers in the sky;

Patient wait and thou wilt join,

And chaunt with them of love divine.

83.

"He went up into a mountain apart L. M. to pray."-Matt. xiv. 23.

FAR from my thoughts vain world begone,
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

see;

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, holy Saviour, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 The trees of life immortal stand,
In fragrant rows at thy right hand;
And in sweet murmurs by their side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the tables of thy grace;

Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.
5 Bless'd Saviour, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine !
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, holiest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen or angels known.

"Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty; they

84. shall behold the land that is very far off." Isa.xxxiii.17

C. M.

FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise;

And realms of infinite delight,

Unseen by mortal eyes.

2 There pain and sickness never come,
And griefs no more complain;

And all who reach that peaceful home,
With Jesus ever reign.

3 No cloud these happy regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's imperfect ray;