637. S. M.

1. To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.

2. 'Tis His almighty love,

His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare.

3. He will present our souls,

Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of His face,

With joys divinely great.

4. Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of His grace, And make His wonders known.

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was done.

639. 7s.

1. SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.

2. Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.

3. Heaven and earth must pass away,-
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,-
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

4. And shall man alone be dumb,

Till that glorious kingdom come? No; the Church delights to raise Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 5. Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above.

6. Borne upon the latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,

Songs of praise their powers employ.

640. 7s.*

1. JESUS lives, and so shall I.

MONTGOMERY.

Death! thy sting is gone for ever!
He, who deigned for me to die,

* Sung to Essex, by repeating the two first strains.

Lives, the bands of death to sever. He shall raise me with the just: Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

2. Jesus lives and reigns supreme;
And, His kingdom still remaining,
I shall also be with him,

Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised; be it must:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

3. Jesus lives, and God extends

Grace to each returning sinner;
Rebels He receives as friends,

And exalts to highest honor.
God is True as He is Just;
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

4. Jesus lives, and by His grace

Victory o'er my passions giving,
I will cleanse my heart and ways,
Ever to His glory living.
The weak He raises from the dust:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

5. Jesus lives, and I am sure

Nought shall e'er from Jesus sever.
Satan's wiles, and Satan's power,
Pain or pleasure--ye shall never!
Christian armor can not rust:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

6. Jesus lives, and death is now
But my entrance into glory.
Courage! then, my soul, for thou

Hast a crown of life before thee; Thou shalt find thy hopes were justJesus is the Christian's Trust.

GELLERT.

3. 'Tis a joy, that seated deep,
Leaves not when we sigh and weep;
Spreads itself in virtuous deeds,
Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds.

4. Stern and awful are its tones

When the patriot martyr groans,
And the death-pulse beating high,
Rapture blends with agony.

5. Tend'rer is the form it wears,
Touch'd in love, dissolved in tears,
When, subdued, at Jesus' feet,
Sinners clasp the mercy-seat.

6. Joy e'en here! a budding flower,
Struggling with the storm and shower,
Till its season to expand,
Planted in its native land.

642. 7s. Single.

1. CHRIST, of all my hopes the ground-
Christ, the spring of all my joy!
Still in Thee let me be found,
Still for Thee my powers employ.

2. Fountain of o'erflowing grace!

Freely from Thy fullness give;
Till I close my earthly race,

Be it "Christ for me to live!"

3. Firmly trusting in Thy blood,

Nothing shall my heart confound;

Safely I shall pass the flood, Safely reach Immanuel's gronnd. 4. When I touch the blessed shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more Part from Thee my ravished soul. 5. Thus-O thus an entrance give To the land of cloudless sky; Having known it, "Christ to live," Let me know it "gain to die."

643. 7s. 6 lines.

WINDHAM.

1. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high be near, Day-star in my heart appear.

2. Dark and cheerless is the morn, If Thy light is hid from me; Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3. Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

C. WESLEY.

BREMEN. C. P. M.

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645. C. P. M.

1. How happy are the new-born race,
Partakers of adopting grace!

How pure the bliss they share!
Hid from the world and all its eyes,
Within their heart the blessing lies,
And conscience feels it there.

2. The moment we believe, 't is ours;
And if we love with all our powers

The God from whom it came, And if we serve with hearts sincere, "T is still discernable and clear,

An undisputed claim.

3. O messenger of dear delight!
Whose voice dispels the deepest night,
Sweet, peace-proclaiming Dove!
With thee at hand to soothe our pains,
No wish unsatisfied remains,

No task but that of love.

MADAME GUION.

646. C. P. M.

1. LORD, thou hast won-at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,
Surrenders all to Thee:
Against Thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against Thy love?-
Love conquers even me.

2. But since Thou hast Thy love reveal'd,
And shown my soul a pardon seal'd,
I can resist no more;

Couldst Thou for such a sinner bleed?
Canst Thou for such a rebel plead?
I wonder and adore!

3. If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been;
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now, I hate my sin.

4. Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone-
Come, take possession of Thine own,
For Thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by Thee.

647. C. P. M.

NEWTON.

1. O LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art! When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up in Thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove

The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2. Stronger his love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable;

The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They can not reach the mystery,

The length, the breadth, the height.

3. God only knows the love of God;
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For this I sigh; for Thee I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine the better part!

4. O that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the Master's feet!

Be this my happy choice,
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice!
5. O that I could, with favor'd John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast: From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me! O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest!

648. C. P. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. SELF-LOVE no grace in sorrow sees,
Consults her own peculiar ease-
'Tis all the bliss she knows;
But nobler aims true Love employ-
In self-denial is her joy,

In suffering her repose.

2. Sorrow and Love go side by side;
Nor height nor depth can e'er divide
Their heaven-appointed bands;
Those dear associates still are one,
Nor, till the race of life is run,
Disjoin their wedded hands.

3. Thy choice and mine shall be the same, Inspirer of that holy flame,

Which must for ever blaze!
To take the cross and follow Thee,
Where love and duty lead, shall be
My portion and my praise.

MADAME GUION.

DOXOLOGY. C. P. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be praise amid the heavenly host,

And in the church below; [breath, From whom all creatures draw their By whom redemption blessed the earth, From whom all comforts flow.