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1. Head of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore Thee;

Till Thou appear,
Thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices,
In blest anticipation,

And cry aloud,
And give to God

The praise of our salvation.

2. While in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise,
That knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hands exulting
In Thine almighty favor;
The love divine,

That made us Thine,
Shall keep us Thine for ever.

2. Thou dost conduct Thy people Through torrents of temptation; Nor will we fear,

While Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.

The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;
By Thee we will

Break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

4. Faith now beholds the glory
To which Thou wilt restore us;
And earth despise,
For that high prize

Which Thou hast set before us.
And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, like dying Stephen,
Shall see Thee stand

At God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.

2. Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;

The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

3. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;

Say to the south-"Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!"

4. They come, they come ;-Thine exiled
Where'er they rest or roam, [bands,
Have heard Thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

5. Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God His works destroy,

With songs Thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.

999. C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. JESUS, immortal King! arise;

Rise and assert thy sway;
Till earth subdued, its tribute bring,
And distant lands obey.

2. Ride forth, victorious Conqueror! ride,
Till all Thy foes submit;
And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at Thy feet.

3. Send forth Thy word, and let it fly
This spacious earth around;
Till every soul beneath the sun
Shall hear the joyful sound.

4. From sea to sea, from shore to shore, May Jesus be adored;

And earth, with all her millions, shout
Hosannas to the Lord.

910. C. M.

1. ALAS, the utter emptiness! What life has it to give?

BURDER

O, shall it God's own fire oppress?
Soul, wilt thou slightly live?

2. Thyself amid the silence clear,
The world far off and dim.

Thy vision free, the Bright One near,
Thyself alone with Him.

3. The silence thronged gloriously
With business how divine!
God's glory passing unto thee-
All heaven becoming thine.

4. The rapture, mighty, measureless,
In each eternal thing-

The mingling with Almightiness-
The dwelling by Life's Spring!

5. Thus sweetly live, thus greatly watchSoul, be but inly bright!

All outer things must smile, must catch
Thy strong, transcendent light.

6. Near Thee no darkness dares abide,
Thou makest all things shine;
Soul, whom the Lord has glorified,
Is not all glory thine?

GILL.

1. THE Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too;

LOGAN.

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2. One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of Thy saints,
The temples of my God!

3. There shall I offer my requests,
And see Thy beauty still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And there inquire Thy will.

4. When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5. Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.

913. C. M.

WATTS.

1. O WHERE are kings and empires now Of old that went and came?

But Holy Church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

1. THERE is a little lonely fold,
Whose flock One Shepherd keeps,
Through summer's heat and winter's cold,
With eye that never sleeps.

2. By evil beast, or burning sky,
Or damp of midnight air,
Not one in all that flock shall die
Beneath that Shepherd's care.

3. For if, unheeding or beguiled,
In danger's path they roam,
His pity follows through the wild,
And guards them safely home.

4. Oh, gentle Shepherd, still behold
Thy helpless charge in me;
And take a wanderer to Thy fold,
That trembling turns to Thee.
LITCHFIELD'S COLL

915. C. M.

1. A MOTHER may forgetful be,
For human love is frail;

But Thy Creator's love to thee,
O Zion! can not fail.

2. No! thy dear name engraven stands, In characters of love,

On thy almighty Father's hands;
And never shall remove.

3. Before His ever watchful eye
Thy mournful state appears,
And every groan, and every sigh,
Divine compassion hears.

4. O Zion! learn to doubt no more,
Be every fear suppressed;
Unchanging truth, and love, and power,
Dwell in thy Saviour's breast.

MRS. STEELE,

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916. C. M.

2. While all our hearts, and all our songs, Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cries, with thankful tongues,-
"Lord, why was I a guest?

3. "Why was I made to hear Thy voice,
And enter while there 's room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come ?"

4. 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, That sweetly drew us in;

Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.

5. Pity the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.

917. C. M.

WATTS.

1. IF human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn,
To feel a friend is nigh;-

2. O, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe

To Him, who died, our fears to quell-
Who bore our guilt and woe!

3. While yet in anguish He surveyed
Those pangs He would not flee,
What love His latest words displayed,-
"Meet and remember me!"

The strength a pilgrim's race to win,
The joy that heaven inspires.

3. Still may their light our duties trace
In lines of hallowed flame,
Like that upon the prophet's face,
When from the mount he came.
4. But if no more with kindred dear
The broken bread we share,
Nor at the banquet-board appear
To breathe the grateful prayer ;—

5. Forget us not,-when on the bed
Of dire disease we waste,
Or to the chambers of the dead,
And bar of judgment haste.

6. Forget not,-Thou who bore the woe Of Calvary's fatal tree,-

Those who within these courts below
Have thus remembered Thee.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.