Imatges de pÓgina




IT is the Lord—who gives me all,
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recal
Whatever part he please.

It is the Lord-whose matchless skill
Can from afflictions raise
Blessings, eternity to fill

With ever growing praise.

It is the Lord-my cov'nant God,
Thrice blessed be his name,

Whose gracious promise, seal'd in blood,
Must ever be the same.

Can I, with hopes so firmly built,

Be sullen, or repine?

No, gracious God, take what thou wilt,
To thee I all resign.


JERUSALEM, my happy home,

Name ever dear to me,

When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee!

C. M.

C. M.

When shall mine eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold;

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold!

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my. Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, our happy home,

Our souls still long for thee;
Then shall our labours have an end,
When we thy joys shall see.



JESUS invites his saints,

To meet around his board;

Here pardon'd sinners meet, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

Here we survey that love,
Which spoke in every breath;
Which crown'd each action of his life,
And triumph'd in his death.

Here let our pow'rs unite,
His glorious name to raise ;
Pleasure and joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

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JESUS, our Lord, has wept and died,
That we might never die;

And now he reigns supreme, to guide
His people to the sky.

Weak though we are, he still is near,

To lead, console, defend;

In all our sorrow, sin, and fear,
Our all-sufficient friend.

From his high throne in bliss he deigns
Our ev'ry pray'r to heed;

Bears with our folly, soothes our pains,
Supplies our every need.

O Jesus! there is none like thee,

Our Saviour and our Lord;

Through earth and heaven exalted be,
Belov'd, obey'd, ador'd!

S. M.

C. M.

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JESUS, refuge of my soul!
Let me to thy bosom fly,

P. M. (8-7's.)

While the threat'ning waters roll,
Whilst the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh! receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Flies my helpless soul to thee;
Leave, oh! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is laid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ! art all I want,
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind:
Just and holy is thy name,
Mine is from a guilty race;
I am full of sin and shame,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.



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JESUS sought me, when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God,
And, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.-
Safe thus far, by thee defended,
In my stage of life I'm come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to thy heavenly home.
To thy grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace break every fetter
That withholds my heart from thee;

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Let thy Spirit guard, and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.


JESUS! where'er thy children meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground.
For thou, within no walls confin'd,
Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such find thee still their joy, their light,
At home, abroad, by day, by night.

Here, may we prove the force of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care!
Here, teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heav'n before our eyes!
Lord, we are few, but thou art near,
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;
O rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
And make unnumber'd hearts thine own.

L. M.




LAMB of God, whose dying love
We now recall to mind,
Hear us, bless us from above;
Let us all thy mercy find:
Let thy blood by faith applied
Every sinner's pardon seal;
All in thee be justified;
Every soul thy comfort feel.
Oh, remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace.

By thine agony of pain,
By thy precious blood we pray;
Cleanse our hearts from ev'ry stain;
Take our load of guilt away:
Burst our bonds, and set us free;
Bid our fear and sorrow cease;
Think on us who think on thee,
And each burden'd soul release.
Oh, remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace!

P. M.

BENEDICTION. P. M. (8's & 7's.)
LIGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and by thy love revealing
Dissipate the clouds beneath.

Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart ;
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Ev'ry meek and contrite heart.
Save us, in thy great compassion,
Oh, thou prince of peace and love!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Fix our hearts on things above.
By thine all-sufficient merit
Ev'ry burden'd soul release;
By thy renovating Spirit
Guide us in the path of peace.

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