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1. Oh! how happy are they, Who the Saviour o-bey, And have laid up their treasure above!

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1. On! how happy are they,
Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasures above!
O what tongue can express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2. It was heaven below
My Redeemer to know!
And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

3. O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possess'd,
I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fullness of God.

4. Then, all the day long,
Was my Jesus my song,
And redemption through faith in His name;
O that all might believe,
And salvation receive,

And their song and their joy be the same.

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1. O THOU, in whose presence
My soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call,
My comfort by day,
And my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

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1. The Lord is

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2. He strengthens my spirit, He shows me the path,

Where the arms of His love shall enfold me,

And when I walk through the dark valley of death,

His rod and His staff will uphold me!

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1. O! TELL me, Thou life and delight of my soul,

Where the flock of Thy pasture are feeding;

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2. O tell me the place where Thy flock are

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Where the noontide will find them re

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The tempest now rages, my soul is distress'd,
And the pathway of peace I am losing.

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world and its woes, Where in peace the still waters are flowing.

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3. O! why should I stray with the flocks of Thy foes,

'Mid the desert where now they are roving,

Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes,

And temptations their ruin are proving?

4. O! when shall my foes and my wandering

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And the follies that fill me with weeping! Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that

I seek Thy protection, I need Thy control,

I would go where my Shepherd is leading 5. A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee

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Thou dost give to the flock Thou art keeping.

By the way where the footprints are lying:

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No longer to wander, no longer to mourn;
O fair one, now homeward be flying!

T. HASTINGS.

RETREAT. L. M.

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1. From ev ery storm-y wind that blows, From ev-ery swell-ing tide

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a calm, a sure re-treat, Tis found beneath the mer

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1. FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat, 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place of all on earth most sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3. There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend, Though sundered far, by faith we meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin becloud no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5. Oh! let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This throbbing heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat.

STOWELL.

734. L. M.

1. ALL mortal vanities, be gone,

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, amidst the eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears!

2. Lo. He receives a sealed book

From Him that sits upon the throne! Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

On dark decrees and things unknown!

3. All the assembling saints around

Fall worshiping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound

Address their honors to His name.

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4. The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills"Worthy art Thou alone," they cry,

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"To read the book, to loose the seals."

5. Our voices join the heavenly strain,

And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King!"

WATTS.

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1. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine; My temple, Lord, that arch of Thine; My censer's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. 2. My choir shall be the moon-lit waves, When murmuring homeward to their caves, Or when the stillness of the sea,

E'en more than music, breathes of Thee. 3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, All light and silence, like Thy throne; And the pale stars shall be, at night, The only eyes that watch my rite.

4. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I can read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name.

5. There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of Thy Deity.

6. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait that moment when Thy touch shall turn all bright again.

MOORE

BOWDOIN. L. M.

1. Light of the soul! O, Sa-viour blest! Soon as

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2. Son of the Father! Lord most high!
How glad is he who feels Thee nigh!
Come in Thy hidden majesty;
Fill us with love, fill us with Thee.

3. Jesus is from the proud concealed, But evermore to babes revealed, Through Him, unto the Father be Glory and praise eternally.

737. L. M.

1. Nor seldom, clad in radiant vest, Deceitfully goes forth the morn; Not seldom evening in the west Sinks sweetly, smilingly forsworn.

breast, Darkness and guilt are put to flight, And all is sweetness and de-light.

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1. WHEN groves by moonlight silence keep, And winds the vexed waves release, And fields are hushed, and cities sleep,Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 2. When infancy at evening tries,

By turns to climb each parent's knees,
And gazing, meets their raptured eyes:
Lord, is not that the hour of peace?
3. In golden pomp, when autumn smiles,

And hill and dale, its rich increase
By man's full barns, exulting piles:

Lord, is not that the hour of peace?
4. When mercy points where Jesus pleads,
And faith beholds Thine anger cease,
And hope to black despair succeeds:
This, Father, this alone is peace!

GISBORNE.

739. L. M.

1. FAR from my thoughts, vain world! be
Let my religious hours alone: [gone,
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord! from Thee.

2. My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3. Blest Saviour! what delicious fare-
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4. Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!

In Thee Thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!

WATTS.

QUITO. L. M.

1. Who is this fair one in dis-tress, That travels from the wilderness? And pressed with sorrows

and with sins, On her beloved

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2. This is the spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasures of His blood;
And her request, and her complaint,
Is but the voice of every saint.

3. "O let my name engraven stand,

Both on Thy heart, and on Thy hand;
Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

4. "Stronger than death Thy love is known,
Which floods of wrath could never drown;
And hell and earth in vain combine
To quench a fire so much divine.

5. "But I am jealous of my heart,

Lest it should once from Thee depart;
Then let Thy name be well impress'd,
As a fair signet, on my breast.

6. "Come, my Beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of Thy delay; Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow."

WATTS.

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1. BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.

English arranged by L. MASON.

2. Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear?

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