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Hymn

759

818

755

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We come our Sabbath hymn to raise,
We come to thee, O God, .
We come with joy and gladness,
We gather in the name of God,
We have met in peace together,
Welcome, delightful morn,
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
We long to see that happy time,
We mourn for those who toil,.
We praise thee if one rescued soul,
Were not the sinful Mary's tears, .
Whatever dins thy sense of truth,
What glorious tidings do I hear,
What if the little rain should say, .
What must it be to dwell above,
What secret hand at morning light,
What shall we render, bounteous Lord,
What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe,
What though the arm of conquering death, .
What though the stream be dead,
When Abraham, full of sacred awe,
When, as returns this solemn day,
When before thy throne we kneel,
When bending o'er the brink of life,.
When brighter suns and milder skies,
When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom,
When children give their hearts to God,
When darkness long has veiled my mind,
When dread misfortune's tempests rise,
Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll,
When fainting in the sultry waste,
When floating on life's troubled sea,.
When gloomy thoughts and boding fears,
When God descends with men to dwell,
When God revealed his gracious name,
When grief and anguish press me down,
When his salvation bringing,
When human hopes and joys depart,
When I can read my title clear,

When Israel of the Lord beloved,
When I survey the wondrous cross,
When Jordan hushed his waters still,
When, like a stranger on our sphere,•
When long the soul had slept in chains,
When, Lord, to this our western land,
When on her Maker's bosom,
When overwhelmed with grief,
When Power Divine in mortal form,
When quiet in my house I sit, .
When shall the voice of singing,
When the worn spirit wants repose,
When the parting bosom bleeds,
When the vale of death appears,
When true religion gains a place,
When verdure clothes the fertile vale,
When vexing thoughts within me rise,
When wakened by thy voice of power, .
Where'er my gospel is proclaimed,.
Where'er the Lord shall build my house,
Where shall the child of sorrow find,
Where shall we go to seek and find,

615

741

337

983

626

453

573

623

289

642

606

754

471

513

448

693

205

787

777

736

. . 936

469

967

927

300

7

829

538

411

860

609

423

996

926

972

704

While thus thy throne of grace we seek,
While yet the youthful spirit bears,
While with ceaseless course the sun,
Who is my neighbor? he whom thou,'
Who shall a temple build for him,
Who shall towards thy chosen seat,
Why do we mourn departed friends,
Why on the bending willows hung,
Why should we start and fear to die,
Why weep for those, frail child of woe,
Wide as his vast dominion lies,

67

743

888

779

"00

346

574

977

534

571

163

Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim,

With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
Within thy house, O Lord, our God,
With sacred joy we lift our eyes,

With songs and honors sounding loud,
With stately towers and bulwarks strong,
With thy pure dews and rains,

Would you behold the works of God,
Ye boundless realms of joy,

Ye followers of the Prince of peace,
Ye realms below the skies,
Ye servants of the Lord,
Ye sons of earth, arise,.

Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim,
Yes, we trust the day is breaking,
Ye that obey th' immortal King,
Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears,
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Zeal is that fure and heavenly flame,

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684

171

358

278

.... 314
.... 299

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PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS.

The figures designate the hymns.

Immortality, illustrated by nature, 551.
Inconstancy lamented, 326.

Independence, true, 403.

Invitation, 259, 270-275, 278, 279, 281-