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2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
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I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,

In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in pray’r. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,

My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath’ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.

Walking with God. 1 VINCE I've known a Saviour's name, And sin's strong fetters broke,

C Careful without care I am,

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Nor feel my easy yoke :
Joyful now my faith to show,

Í find his service my reward,
All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord. 2 To the desert or the cell,

Let others blindly fly, In this evil world I dwell,

Nor fear its enmity; ; Here I find an house of pray'r,

To which I inwardly retire; Walking unconcern'd in care,

And unconsumed in fire.
3 O that all the world might know

Of living, Lord, to thee,
Find their heav'n begun below,

And here thy goodness see;

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Walk in all the works prepar'd

By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.
HYMN 186.

(L. M.)
Heaven seen by Faith.
1 S, when the weary trav'ler gains

The height of some commanding hill,
L His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still;
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views

By faith his mansion in the skies,
LThe sight his fainting strength renews,

And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;

No more he grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.
4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,

To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.
HYMN 187.

(iv. 4.)
" I would not live alway." JOB vii. 16.
1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay
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Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,

Temptation without, and corruption within :
E’en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
4dWho, who would live alway, away from his God ;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul !

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XI. DEATH.
HYMN 188.

(c. M.)
Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6.
EW are thy days, and full of wo,

O‘man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written : “ Dust thou art,

" To dust thou shalt return."
2 Behold the emblem of thy state

In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form

That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head:

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The number'd hour is on the wing,

That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,

The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.
HYMN 189.

(c. m.) ARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;

Mine ears attend the cry;
“ Ye living men, come view the ground

“ Where you must shortly lie.
2“ Princes, this clay must be your bed,

" In spite of all your tow'rs;
“ The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head

" Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace

To raise our souls to thee,
That we may view thy glorious face

To all eternity

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HYMN 190.

(s. M.)
JOB xiv. 11—14.
THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again :
2 So days, and years, and time,

Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light:
3 And man when in the grave,

Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb.
4 O may I find, in death,

A hiding-place with God,
Secure from wo and sin; till call'd

To share his bless'd abode!
5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,

Through toil, and care, and grief,
Till my appointed course is run,
And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.
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ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, О quit this mortal frame !
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying !
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,

Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount ! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!
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O death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.

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WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

HYMN 192.
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O’erwhelm’d with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face; L L
Oh! how shall I appear !

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2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

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And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shinks,

And trembles at the thought
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,

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And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!
4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament,
| That faith in Christ's atoning blood

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Shall endless wo prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died

To make that pardon sure.

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AND will the Judge descend ?

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must ?

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And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes ?
2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the num'rous guilty throng,

Spread black despair around?
3“ Depart from me accurs'd,

“ Io everlasting flame,
" For rebel angels first prepar'd,

“ Where mercy never came.”
4 How will my heart endure

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The terrors of that day:
When earth and heav'n before his face,

Astonish'd shrink away?

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