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3 The soul from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

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4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)
Th' exalted Saviour shines;
And beams ineffable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.

5 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;

Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join the angelic choir.

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

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Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim❜rous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With faith's illumin'd eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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Sin sweet assemblage join,

HOULD nature's charms, to please the eye,

All nature's charms would droop and die,
Jesus, compar'd with thine,

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
And vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,
Her beauty is no more.

3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight
The Lord of glory dwells!

A veil of interposing night

His radiant face conceals.

4 O could my longing spirit rise
On strong immortal wing,

And reach thy palace in the skies,
My Saviour and my King!

5 There thousands worship at thy feet,
And there, (divine employ !)

The triumphs of thy love repeat
In songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;

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Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?

WHO are these in bright array?

This innumerable throng,

Round the altar, night and day Tuning their triumphant song? "Worthy is the Lamb once slain, "Blessing, honour, glory, power, "Wisdom, riches, to obtain; "New dominion ev'ry hour.' 2 These through fiery trials trode; These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God, Seal'd with his eternal name: Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in ev'ry hand,

Through their great Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand.

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3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;

Them the Lamb amidst the throne

Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears,

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2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,

{ And, at our Father's lov'd abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble pray'rs implore;

And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

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HYMN 203.

1 CHRONICLES xxix. 10-13,

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LESS'D be thou, the God of Israel,
Thou, our Father, and our Lord!

Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd!

2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness,
Glory, vict'ry, are thine own;
All is thine in earth and heav'n,
Over all thy boundless throne.

3 Riches come of thee, and honour;
Pow'r and might to thee belong;

Thine it is to make us prosper,

Only thine to make us strong.

4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,
Hymns of gratitude we raise;

To thy Name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise!

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PROVERBS iii. 13—17.

H! happy is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,

And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

More precious are her bright rewards
Than gems, or stores of gold.

3 Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heav'nly crowns displays.

4 And as her holy labours rise,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

HYMN 205.

ISAIAH xl. 6-8.

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THE morning flow'rs display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold;

As careless of the noon-day heats,
And fearless of the evening cold.

2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parched by the sun's more fervent ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away.

3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the op'ning rose.

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4 But, worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heav'n shall recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.

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ISAIAH xl. 27-31.

HY mournest thou, my anxious soul,
Despairing of relief,

As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares,

Or pitied not thy grief?

2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, That firm remains on high,

The everlasting throne of Him

Who made the earth and sky?

3 Art thou afraid his pow'r will fail
In sorrow's evil day?
Can the Creator's mighty arm
Grow weary or decay?

4 Supreme in wisdom as in pow'r
The rock of ages stands;

Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace
The working of his hands.

5 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart;

And courage in the evil hour
His heav'nly aids impart.

6 Mere human energy shall faint,
And youthful vigour cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.

7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread
The path of life divine;