(s. M.) I L L ?!? 1,2.8. HYMN 25. With his own precious blood, Her walls before thee stand, And graven on thy hand. My voice or hands deny, This voice in silence die. L 4 If e'er my heart forget Her welfare, or her wo, And ev'ry grief o'erflow. For her my pray’rs ascend; Till toils and cares shall end. 6 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heav'nly ways, Her hymns of love and praise. Our Saviour and our King, Shall great deliv'rance bring. To Zion shall be giv'n And brighter bliss of heav'n. Oct 3/47 L ᄂ L L 1 The tempest, fire, and smoke; Which God on Sinai spoke: The city of our God; And spread his love abroad. LL Of angels cloth'd in light ! Whose faith is chang’d to sight. Whose names are writ in heav'n; . Their sins, through Christ, forgiv'n! But one communion make; fit4S Minni!.7. (s. M.) Our hearts in Christian love: Is like to that above. We pour united pray'rs; Our comforts and our cares. Our mutual burdens bear; The sympathizing tear. lí And hope to meet again. (26/4 LL 5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free; Throughout eternity. HYMN 28. (11. 1.) The Church in Glory. Psalm cxxii. اگر اس 1 W , CITH joy shall í behold the day That calls my willing soul away, And points me to his rest. L 2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes Their glory I survey; And shine with cloudless day. 3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, Borne on immortal wing; Before th' Almighty King. 4 The King a seat hath there prepard, For his eternal Son: Attend and share his throne. 5 Mother of cities ! o'er thy head For evermore shall dwell: And bid the world farewell, L HYMN 29. (L. M.) Isaiau lii. 1, 2. TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead : Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: The world thy glories shall confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread; Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. His hand thy ruins shall repair : VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS. THE LORD'S DAY. HYMN 30. (11. 4.) 1 A .WAKE, ye saints, awake, And hail this sacred day; Your joyful homage pay: The Lord of Life arose; And vanquish'd all our foes : And reaps the fruits of all his love. 3 All hail, triumphant Lord! Heav'n with hosannas rings, Thy praise responsive sings : L. مس July 2/48 L L 4 Great King, gird on thy sword, Ascend thy conqʼring car; Maintain thy glorious war: (c. m.) Let young and old rejoice: To him bé vows and homage paid, Whose service is our choice. 2 This is the temple of the Lord : How dreadful is this place! With rev'rence seek his face. 3 This is the homage he requires ; The voice of praise and prayer; The soul's affections, hopes, desires, Ourselves and all we are. 4 While rich and poor for mercy call, Į L L Propitious from the skies, The Lord, the Maker of them all, Accepts the sacrifice. 5. Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his Son, From sin he grants release; According to their faith 'tis done, He bids them go in peace. HYMN 32. (s. m.) 1 ELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. To feast his saints to-day; And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where Jesus is within, Of pleasure and of sin. |