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2 To Thee we still would cleave
With ever-growing zeal;
They never shall prevail. 3 Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to Thee, our head;
That we Thy paths may tread.
4 Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
Through all the gloomy way.
Why should we doubt or fear?
P. Doddridge, 1755
2 Before our Father's throne
But we shall still be joined in heart, We pour our ardent prayers;
And hope to meet again. Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 5 This glorious hope revives Our comforts and our cares.
Our courage by the way; 3 We share our mutual woes;
While each in expectation lives, Our mutual burdens bear;
And longs to see the day. And often for each other flows
6 From sorrow,
toil, and pain, The sympathizing tear.
And sin we shall be free; 4 When we asunder part,
And perfect love and friendship reign It gives us inward pain;
Through all eternity.
496 BELMONT C.M. ag
2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part !
And joy from heart to heart!
Through every bosom flow;
And union sweet, and dear esteem
In every action glow. 4 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love.
Joseph Swain (1761-1796)
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2 We love the house of prayer,
Wherein Thy servants meet;
Thy chosen ones to greet. 3 We love Thine altar, Lord,
Its mysteries revere;
We find Thy presence near.
4 We love Thy holy word,
The lamp Thou gav'st to guide All wanderers home, O Lord,
Home to their Father's side. 5 Then let us sing the love
To us so freely given,
The triumph song of heaven!
H. A. C. Malan (1787–1864)
2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; 4 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, In sacred peace our souls abide;
Our grief allays, our fear controls; While every nation, every shore,
Sweet peace Thy promises afford, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. And give new strength to fainting souls. 3 There is a stream whose gentle flow 5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, Supplies the city of our God,
Secure against a threatening hour; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, Nor can her firm foundation move, And watering our divine abode.
Built on His truth, and armed with power
Scotch Psalter, 1564
2 When all our hearts, and all our songs, 4 'T was the same love that spread the feast, Join to admire the feast,
That sweetly drew us in ; Each of us cries with thankful tongue, Else we had still refused to taste, “Lord, why was I a guest ?"
And perished in our sin. 3 “Why was I made to hear Thy voice, 5 Pity the nations, 0 our God! And enter while there's room,
Constrain the earth to come; When thousands make a wretched choice, Send Thy victorious word abroad, And rather starve than come q”
And bring the strangers home.
1. Watts (1674-1748)
W. Knapp, 1564
2 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set Around Thy throne of majesty;
To find the way to Zion's gate ; [road Thy brightest glories shine above, God is their strength, and through the And all their work is praise and love.
upon their helper, God. 3 Blest are the souls who find a place 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength Within the temple of Thy grace;
Till all shal! meet in heaven at length, There they behold Thy gentler rays,
Till all before l'hy face appear, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. And join in nobler worship there.