ONYX. 7s, 6s & 8s.

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GILEAD. 7s & 68.

Arranged by CH. BEECHER.

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sin sick soul.

Next door to death he

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ROMAINE. 7s & 6s.

BANNISTER.

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1. To Thee, my God and Saviour, My heart exulting springs, Rejoicing in Thy favor,

Almighty King of kings:
I'll celebrate Thy glory
With all the saints above,
And tell the joyful story

Of Thy redeeming love.

2. Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice in supplication,

Jehovah, Thou shalt hear; O grant me Thy salvation, And to my soul draw near.

3. By Thee, through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted Up to their bright abode;

There cast my crown before Thee,
My toils and conflicts o'er,
And day and night adore Thee-
What can an angel more?

468. 7s & 6s.

1. FROM ev'ry earthly pleasure,
From ev'ry transient joy,
From ev'ry mortal treasure
That soon will fade and die;
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,

And joys that never end.

HAWES.

2. What though we are but strangers,
And sojourners below,
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go?
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above,
And onward still we 're pressing
To reach that land of love.

And give us hearts of flesh.

5. Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes,

And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise.

Thy image shall I view?

C. WESLEY.

In the light cloud that melts in air,

Or in the early dew.

2. This hour, with flowing tears,

My follies I bewail:

The next, my heart a waste appears,
Where all the fountains fail.

3. To-day, her glimmering light
Hope kindles in my breast;

The morrow, with despair's black night,
Has all my soul oppressed.

4. O my unsteadfast mind,

Tossed between good and ill!

While brutes, with instinct sure, though blind, Their Maker's law fulfill

5. O wavering, wretched state,

Of hope by fear subdued!
On Thee, O Lord, for help I wait-
Fix, fix my soul in good.

T. SCOTT.

2. Look! how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

3. In vain we tune our formal songs;
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4. Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor, dying rate,-
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

5. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

474. C. M.

1. SPEAK with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,
While here on earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of Thy love.

2. With Thee conversing, we forget
All toil, and time, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou art present there.

3. Here then, my God, be pleased to stay, And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.

4. Thou callest me to seek Thy face;
Thy face, O God, I seek,
Attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

C. WESLEY.