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"The glory which shall be revealed in us." 1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies, And look within the vail; There springs of endless pleasures riseThe waters never fail.

2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight

On God's incarnate Son.

3 His promise stands for ever firm;

His grace shall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings:
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things

The present we compare!

5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

4 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow;

He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe.

5 He hears the Saviour's cheering word, แ "My peace to him I give;" And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live.

969. "My meditation of Him shall be sweet.”
1 WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"Tis sweet to look beyond my pain,
And long to fly away;

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above;

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend;

4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.

5 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Direct, O Lord, from thee?

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To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
One God, whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

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92.

"Peace I leave with you."

1 PEACE be to this sacred dwelling, Peace to every soul therein; Peace, of heavenly joy foretelling,

Peace, the fruit of conquered sin; Peace, that speaks its heavenly Giver; Peace to worldly minds unknown; Peace divine, that flows for ever

From its source, the Lord alone!

You shall name your walls "Salvation," And your gates shall all be "Praise."

2 Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall sec; But your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me. God shall rise, and, shining o'er you,

Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your Glory,

God your everlasting Light.

966. "Jesus, I my cross have taken.”

1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still my own.

2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue :
And while thou shalt smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me;
Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Man may trouble and distress me,

'T will but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me:

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds new luster to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

648. "Come, Thou Fount of every blessing." 1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by flaming tongues above; Oh the vast, the boundless treasure Of thy free, unchanging love! 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.

4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.

5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;

Here's my heart; oh, take and seal it,-
Seal it for thy courts above!

1 THIS is not my place of resting,-
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting-
On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory;

O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse, hath passed away.
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along,-
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!

583. Sorrow for Sin, in View of the Cross.

1 Он, if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree;
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee!

3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine
That crucified my God-

Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh

Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers, too.
587. "Lord, my heart is not haughty."
1 Is there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

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And call thee mine by every name
On which thy saints depend!

2 By every name of power and love,
I would thy grace entreat;
Nor should my humble hope remove,
Nor leave thy mercy-seat.

3 Yet, tho' my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy word is all my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns:
Thy presence makes my day.

4 Speak, Lord! and bid celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

Oh, smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all the gloom depart!

5 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless the healing rays;
And change these deep, complaining
sighs

To songs of sacred praise.

1 LORD, what is man! that child of pride,
That boasts his high degree!
If left one moment to himself,
He sinks-and where is he?

2 In thee I live, and move, and am;
Thou dealest out my days:
Lord, as thou dost renew my life,
Let me renew thy praise.

3 To thee I come, from thee I am,
For thee I still would be;
"Tis better for me not to live,
Than not to live to thee.

4 Thou art my living fountain, Lord;
On me thy streams still flow:
Myself I render up to thee,
To whom myself I owe.