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*60 THE BEAUTEOUS DAY.

G. F. Root.

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are wait-ing for the bright, pro-phet - ic day; are wait-ing For the beau-teous King of day; are wait-ing For the time so long fore - told, are wait-ing for an earth made free from strife,

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When the shadows, drear -y shadows, From the world shall roll way.
For the chief-est of ten thousand, For the Light, the Truth, the Way.
When with saved ones of all a - ges, We shall walk the streets of gold.
Then, the pow'r of Sa - tan end - ed, We shall have

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1 What shall I render to my God,

For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,

My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints who fill thy house,

My offering shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows

My soul in anguish made.
3 How happy all thy servants are !

How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou hast made thy care,

Lord, I devote to thee.

4 Now I am thine, forever thine,

Nor shall my purpose move ; Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,

And bound me with thy love.

4 To seek thee, all our hearts dispose ;

To each thy blessings suit ;
And let the seed thy servant sows
Produce abundant fruit.

J. HART. 64 1 O God, our strength, to thee our song

With grateful hearts we raise;
To thee, and thee alone, belong

All worship, love, and praise. 2 And thou, O ever gracious Lord,

Wilt keep thy promise still,
If, meekly harkening to thy word,

We seek to do thy will.
3 So shall thy choicest gifts, O Lord,

Thy faithful people bless;
For them shall earth its stores afford,

And heaven its happiness.
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1 O God, by whom the seed is given,

By whom the harvest blest;
Whose word, like manna showered from

Is planted in our breast; [heaven, 2 Preserve it from the passing feet,

And plunderers of the air,
The sultry sun's intenser heat,

And weeds of worldly care. 3 Though buried deep, or thinly strown,

Do thou thy grace supply:
The hope in earthly furrows sown

Shall ripen in the sky.

S. WESLEY.

H. AUBER.

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1 Once more we come before our God;

Once more his blessing ask :
O may not duty seem a load,

Nor worship prove a task.
2 Father, thy quickening Spirit send

From heaven, in Jesus' name,
And bid our waiting minds attend,

And put our souls in frame.
3 May we receive the word we hear,

Each in an honest heart; And keep the precious treasure there,

And never with it part.

R. HLBER.

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J. CHETHAM.

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1. Come, hap-py souls, ap-proach your God, With new, me - lo - dious songs;

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1 Come, happy souls, approach your God, | 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind,
With new,
melodious songs ;

His anger slow to move ;
Come, render to Almighty grace

His tender mercies all shall find, The tribute of your tongues.

And all his goodness prove. 2 So strange, so boundless was the 'love

5 Throughout all ages shall endure That pitied dying men,

Thine everlasting reign; The Father sent his only Son

And thy dominion, firm and sure, To give them life again.

Forever shall remain. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd

68 With a revengeful rod ; No hard commission to perform,

1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, The vengeance of a God.

And our confessions pour,

O may we feel the sins we own, 4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And hate what we deplore.
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind errand came

2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; And brought salvation down.

True penitence impart;

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Beam peace into each heart. 1 To thee, my righteous King and Lord, 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, My grateful soul I'll raise ;

May we our wills resign ; From day to day thy works record, And not a thought our bosom share And ever sing thy praise.

Which is not wholly thine. 2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; 4 And when, with heart and voice, we Thy glory knows no end ;

Our grateful hymns to raise, [strive The lasting record of thy deeds

Let love divine within us live, Through ages shall descend.

And fill our souls with praise. 3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might, 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, My constant theme shall be ;

Thy mercies we'll review; That song shall be my soul's delight With love divine transported, tellWhich breathes in praise to thee.

Thou, God, art Father too!

J. D. CARLYLE.

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71 1 Early, my God, without delay,

1 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, I haste to seek thy face ;

And trust his mighty arm ; 11: My thirsty spirit faints away, :|| 11: The hand that holds the starry sky : || Without thy cheering grace.

Preserves thee safe from harm. 2 Not life itself, with all its joys,

2 He is thy buckler and defence, Can my best passions move,

Thy rock, thy strength, and tower ; ll: Or raise so high my cheerful voice, :||

11: And he will be thy confidence, :|| As thy forgiving love.

In each distressing hour. 3 Thus, till my last, expiring day,

3 Be strong, my soul, in God Most High, I'll bless my God and King ;

Though helpless, poor, and low; ll: Thus will I lift my hands to pray, :|| And tune my lips to sing.

11: The gleaming worlds that stud the sky :||

His power and glory show. 70 1 Father, to thee my soul I lift;

72 My soul on thee depends ;

1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good ! ll: Convinced that every perfect gift : //

To thee our songs we raise ; From thee alone descends.

11: Nature, through all her various scenes, :||

Invites us to thy praise. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And power and wisdom too :

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,

Fresh wonders strike our view; 11: Without the Spirit of thy Son : // We nothing good can do.

11: And, while we gaze, our hearts exult :||

With transports ever new. 3. We cannot speak one useful word, One holy thought conceive,

3 The lofty hill, the humble lawn,

With countless beauties shine ; 11: Unless, in answer to our Lord, : // Thyself the blessing give.

ll: The silent grove, the awful shade, :||

Proclaim thy power divine. 4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive

4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, The power on thee to call, ll: In whom we are, and move, and live ; :||

Thy varied love we see, Our God is all in all.

11:0, may our hearts, great God, be led ://

Through all thy works to thee!

C. WESLEY.

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