DEDHAM. C. M.*

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286. Mourning over departed Comforts.

1. SWEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pardoning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.

2. Soon as the morn the light revealed, His praises tuned my tongue;

God of my life! I fly to thee,

In a distressing day.

3. Should friends and kindred, near and dear,

Leave me to want, or die,

My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

His love was all my song.

3. In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

4. But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5. Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail;
O, make my soul thy care:
I know thy mercy can not fail;
Let me that mercy share.

Had not my soul believed,
To see thy grace provide relief;-
Nor was my hope deceived.

5. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints!
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

288. The Young entering into Covenant.
1. COME, let us join our souls to God,
In everlasting bands;
And seize the blessings he bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.
2. Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favor there;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour our fervent prayer.

3. Come, let us seal, without delay,
The covenant of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory e'er efface.

The tribute of our tongues; But themes so infinite as these Exceed our noblest songs.

290. Various Success of the Gospel.

1. CHRIST and his cross is all our theme;
The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.

2. But souls, enlightened from above,
With joy receive the word;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.

3. The vital savor of his name

Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair, and death.
4. Till God diffuse his graces down,
Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

Our humble strains attend,

While, with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.

2. How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise!

How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!

3. Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;

Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.

4. Dear Saviour! let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine
A heaven on earth appear.

5. Then shall our hearts enraptured say,-
Come, great Redeemer! come,
And bring the bright, the glorious day,
That calls thy children home.

293. Daily and nightly Devotion.
1. YE that obey th' immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his name,

And sing his wondrous grace.
2. Lift up your hands by morning light,
And raise your thanks on high;
Send your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

3. The God of Zion cheer your hearts With rays of quick'ning grace: 'Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad Whose presence fills the place.

ORTONVILLE. C. M.

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294. Chief among ten Thousand.

1. MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2. No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3. He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4. To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

5. Since from his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

1. O THOU, whose own vast temple stands Built over earth and sea,

Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

2. Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,

The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.

3. May erring minds that worship here
Be taught the better way;

And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.

4. May faith grow firm, and love grow

warm,

And pure devotion rise,

While round these hallowed walls the

swarm

Of earth-born passion dies!

297.
1. O, FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise, N
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.

Praise to the Redeemer.

2. My gracious Master and my God,
Let saints thy love proclaim,

And spread thro' all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name.

3. Jesus, the name that calms my fears,
That bids my sorrow cease;
'Tis music to my ravished ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4. It breaks the power of reigning sin,
And sets the prisoner free;

Thy blood can cleanse the foulest stain:
And can avail for me.

1. O THAT thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.

2. To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;

My soul shall ne'er forget thy word,
Thy word is all my joy.

3. How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From sin, and Satan's hateful chains,

And set my feet at large?

4. My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name;

I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear,

Nor yield to sinful shame.

300. Faith encouraged by ancient Examples. 1. RISE, O my soul! pursue the path, By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men,

Who lived and walked with God. 2. Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,
Still fresh instruction give.

3. 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood

They conquered every foe;
And to his power and matchless grace
Their crowns of life they owe.

4. Lord! may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given;
And ne'er forsake the blessed road,
That led them safe to heaven.

301.

Desires for Holiness.

1. O, COULD I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,

Then would my hours glide sweet away,
While leaning on his word.

2. Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3. Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.

4. Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my frame dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

1. AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound! That saved a wretch like me;

I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

2. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.

3. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come;

'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess, within the vail,
A life of joy and peace.

DEARBORN. C. M.*

W. B. B "MENDELSSOHN COLL."

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To thee our all we owe:

The precious Saviour,-and the power
That makes him precious too.

304. Saturday Evening.

1. WHEN the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!

2. How sweet will be the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first the soul-reviving morn
Shall shed new rays of light.

3. Blest day! thine hours too soon will

cease,

Yet, while they gently roll, Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, A Sabbath o'er my soul.

Where can such sweetness be,
As I have tasted in thy love,

As I have found in thee?

3. When my forgetful soul renews
The savor of thy grace,
My heart presumes, I can not lose
The relish all my days.

4. But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

5. Wretch that I am, to wander thus,
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fastened to thy cross,
Rather than lose thy sight.

6. Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear centre of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.