HYMN.

'I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem.'-REV. xxi. 2.

WHEN from far thy towers shall shine,
Zion, clad in light divine;

When shall break the morning bright
Of the day that hath not night :-
Shall mine eyes thy walls behold,
Gates of pearl, and streets of gold?

At each portal keepeth ward,
Evermore, an angel guard;

Can my soul his dread glance bear,
When I claim to enter there?-

Shall my feet be found in thee,

Glorious city of the free?

Needs no candle there, nor sun;
Shines in Thee the Holy One;

While with heart and harp and voice

At his throne his saints rejoice :

Shall my weak and faltering tongue Join the everlasting song?

Lamb of God! my ransomed soul
In thy book of life enroll ;
Thy new name to me reveal;

On my forehead print thy seal ;-
So thy glory shall I see,

And in Zion dwell with Thee

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HYMN.

'I will sing of mercy and judgment.'--PSALM ci. I.

To Thee, O Lord, I sing,

Who all my life hast hid me

Beneath thy sheltering wing :

Who still, in love so patient,
This mortal journey through,
Hast followed me with goodness,
And blessings ever new.

My song shall be of judgment;
All-wise and holy God,

Thou makest all thy children

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Thou

pass beneath thy rod :

scourgest whom Thou lovest

And oh, my soul shall tell

That in thy fiercest anger

Thou doest all things well.

My song shall be of mercy ;
Come, ye who love the Lord,
Who know that He is gracious,
Who trust his faithful word,
Tell out his works with gladness,
With me exalt his name,

Whose love endures for ever,
To endless years the same.

My song shall be of judgment;
Ye, who his chastenings feel,

Oh, faint not, nor be weary ;

He wounds that He may heal : Yea, bless the hand that smiteth, And in your grief confess That all his ways are wisdom, And truth, and righteousness.

Of mercy and of judgment

To Thee, O Lord, we sing,

O Father, Son, and Spirit,

O great eternal King:

For only Thou art holy,

For Thou art Lord alone,

And mercy still, and judgment,

Are pillars of thy throne.

HYMN.

'Ascribe ye strength unto God.'-PSALM lxviii. 34.

ONCE Thou hast spoken, Lord,

From thine eternal throne ;

Twice we have heard the word,

That strength is thine alone:
Angels thy might adore,

Who in thy strength excel;
And babes show forth thy power,
And shame the strength of hell.

Who shall control my will?

The proud blasphemer cries:

But lo! his heart is still,

At thy rebuke he dies.

Those lips that never prayed

Were fashioned by thy hand;

His every pulse obeyed,
Almighty! thy command.

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