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How little is it here we know !
How small the portion that is giv'n!

7 I'll wait with pleasure, till my Lord
Shall to his bosom call me home;
Then sweetly sound his praise abroad,
And see his face without a gloom.

HYMN XCII. P. M.

U. C. F.

1B enraptur'd obey,

EGIN my soul, th' exalted lay

And praise th' almighty name;
Lo! heav'n, and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou, heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your maker God;
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings,
In triumph, rides the King of kings
Th' astonish'd worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake all ye soaring throng, and sing;" Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise ;

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tip'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

5 Let man by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,
In heav'nly praise employ ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heav'ns wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.

ET

HYMN XCIII. S. M.

L party names no more

U. C. F.

The Christian world o'erspread;
Gentile and Jew and bond and free
Are one in Christ their head.

2 Among the saints on earth

Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crown'd. -

3 Let envy, child of hell,

Be banish'd far away;

Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below
Resemble that above;

Where streams of pleasure always fow,
And every heart is love.

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JESU

HYMN XCIV. P. M.

U. C. F.

[ESU, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree;
Shew thyself the Prince of Peace;
Bid our jars for ever cease.

2 By thy reconciling love

Ev'ry stumbling block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;
Come and spread thy banner here!

3 Make us of one heart and mind;
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Lowly, meek in thought and word;
Altogether like our Lord.

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4 Let us each for other care,
Each the other's burden bear;
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live.

5 Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.

HYMN XCV. P. M.

U. C. F.

FAR above yon glorious ceiling,

Of the azure vaulted sky;

Jesus sits his love revealing,
To his splendid troops on high.

2 Hosts seraphic humbly bowing,
At his footstool prostrate fall;
Saints and Angels all allowing,
God in Christ is all in all.

3 Could we leave our foolish dreaming,
Of a fancied Heaven below;
And see Jesu's glory beaming,
How our souls would long to go.

4 We should for his day be waiting,
When the full reward is giv❜n;
When the glorious work completing,
Jesus takes his church to Heav'n.

HYMN XCVI. L. M.

U. C. F.

MY God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my sleeping hours!
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs.
3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HE

HYMN XCVII. L. M.

U. C. F.

E comes! he comes! the Judge revere;
The seventh trumpet speaks him near;
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll,
How welcome to the faithful soul!

2 From heav'n angelic voices sound,
See the almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own:
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the most high;
Our Lord who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.

HYMN XCVIII. P. M.

U. C. F.

LIFT up your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners of his patience here;

Christ. to all believers precious,
Lord of lords shall soon appear,
Mark the tokens

Of his heav'nly kingdom near.

2 With what Joyful acclamation Shall the saints his banner see!

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