3 Who looks with keen, indignant eye
On vileness, though in pomp display'd,
But honors virtuous poverty,

And all in holiness array'd:

4 The man, who thus is seen upright,
Shall be of God, his Maker, lov'd,

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When earth's foundations are remov'd.

ALLEN.

THIRD VERS.-C. M. St.Martins. Nottingham.

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The Heir of Heaven.

1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell,
Where saints his name confess?

2 The man, who walks in pious ways,
And works with pious hands;

Who on his Maker's promise stays,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the thing, his heart conceives,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
An ill report he scarce believes,
Nor does his neighbor wrong.

4 No wealthy sinner he reveres;
Loves all, who fear the Lord;
And, though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands a golden bribe repel,

And never gripe the poor:

This man with God on earth shall dwell,
And find his heav'n secure.

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FOURTH VERSION.-78. Nuremburg. Turin.

The Man approved of God.

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1 WHO shall dwell, O Lord, with Thee,
In thy high pavilion bright?

He, whose hands from stains are free;
He, who walks in ways upright;
Speaking truth with kindly tongue,
Never charg'd with shameful wrong:-

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2 In whose eyes the vile are mean,
Though array'd in golden dust,
But to whom all fair and sheen
Seem the humblest of the just,—
All the men in virtue's guise,
Denizens of yonder skies:-

3 Who from promise ne'er is bent,
Scorning bribes of yellow gold;
Guardian of the innocent,

Of oppress'd men patron bold ;—
He, who thus abides in love,

Surely has a home above!

ALLEN.

16. FIRSTVER.-L. M. Rockingham. Hebron.

Good works. The Love of the Good.
PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succor to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead ;

My goodness cannot reach to Thee.

p 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd,
How poor my soul, how weak my frame;
My praise can never make Thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

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3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good I do ;
These are the company, I keep,
These are the choicest friends, I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

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SECOND VERSION.-L. M. St. Pauls. Farnsworth.

Hope of the Resurrection.

1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop;

Be glad, my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious Lord, Thou wilt not leave

My body always with the dead,
Nor of glad hope my soul bereave.
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Shake off the dust and rise on high;
Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace,
Which we but tasted here below,

Spread purest joys through all the place.

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THIRD VERSION.-C. M. Nichols. Westford.
Support and Counsel from God.

1 LET heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone,
But my delightful lot is cast,
Where the true God is known.

2 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

mf 3 "God is my joy and hope," I say;
"His counsels are my light;

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He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night!"

4 My soul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye;

Not death, nor hell my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.

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FOURTH VERSION.-C. M. Dundee. Colchester.

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Resurrection of Christ.

1 "MY spirit, Lord, Thou wilt not leave
In dark abyss to dwell;

Thy word all quick'ning I believe,

And trust thy promise well.

2 "The path of life Thou hast reveal'd
That leads me to thy throne ;

Thy courts immortal pleasure yield,
Thy presence joys unknown."

3 Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord,
The holy David sung,

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

p 4 Jesus, whom every saint adores,
Was crucified and slain:

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Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, He lives again!

5 When shall my feet arise and stand
On heav'n's eternal height?

There sits the Son at God's right hand,
Array'd in glorious light!

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FIFTH VERSION.-S. M. Dover. Stonington.

God the portion of the Righteous.

1 O LORD, I trust in Thee!
I said, "Thou art my God!"
O, let thy mercies come to me,
For in thy paths I've trod.

2 Thy House shines forth most bright;
'Tis dear unto my heart;

Thence, where is all my pure delight,
My feet shall ne'er depart.

3 Though men their idols serve,
And kindle altar-flames,

I from thy worship ne'er will swerve,
Nor will I speak their names!

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Is mine, forever mine!

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5 Heav'n's path Thou wilt me show,
Blessings beyond time's power,

The streams of good, that overflow,
Pleasures forevermore !

ALLEN.

SIXTH VERSION.-78. Edyfield. Southampton.

The Resurrection.

1 GUARD me, for in Thee I trust,
Lord, most holy, good, and just ;

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Thou, on earth my refuge nigh,
Thou, my heritage on high!

2 Hence my heart all gladness feels,
Oft my tongue thy grace reveals,
And my flesh in hope shall rest,
Sure to dwell with all the blest!
3 Ne'er did He, thy Holy One,
Laid in tomb with sealed stone,
Feel corruption's mould'ring breath;
But He burst the bonds of death!

4 I too, Lord, at length shall rise,
Flying upward to the skies!
Fullest joy Thou wilt restore,
Pleasures pure, forevermore!

ALLEN.

17. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Appleton. Hingham. The Saint's Hope: or the Resurrection. 1 LORD I am thine, but Thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; "Tis all the happiness they know;

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'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.

3 What sinners value, I resign;

Lord, 'tis enough, that Thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake, and find me there?

f 50, glorious hour! O blest abode!

I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul!

p 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound,
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Savior's image rise.

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