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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.
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.
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Which God on Sinai spoke:
The city of our God;
And spread his love abroad.
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;
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.
And hope to meet again.
5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;
The Church in Glory. Psalm cxxii.
CITH joy shall í behold the day
That calls my willing soul away,
And points me to his rest.
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. 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 :
FESTIVALS AND FASTS.
THE LORD'S DAY.
(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 :
4 Great King, gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conqʼring car;
Maintain thy glorious war:
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.