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226 L. M.
1 "YTTHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
VV The house of God not made with hands,
2 He, who for men their Surety stood,
3 Jesus, who suffered here below,
4 In every pang that rends the heart
5 With boldness therefore, at the throne
6 All praise to God the Father be,
227 7. 7. 7.7. 7.7. 7. 7.
HO are these in bright array,
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Wisdom, riches to obtain;
2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Sealed with His almighty name,
Victor-palms in every hand,
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Shall to living fountains lead;
Perfect love dispels all fears,
God shall wipe away the tears.
228 8. 7. 8. 7. 7. 7.
1 "ITTHO are these, like stars appearing,
YY These before God's throne who stand? .
2 Who are these in dazzling brightness,
Clothed in God's own righteousness?
Still untouched by time's rude hand:
3 These are they who have contended
For their Saviour's honour long,
Following not the sinful throng;
4 These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
5 These, the Almighty contemplating,
Did as priests before Him stand,
Day and night at His command:
1 TT7ITH anxious eyes I look around,
V V Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
2 It tells me of a place of rest;
It tells me where my soul may flee:
Oh, to the weary, faint, opprest,
How sweet the bidding, " Come to Ms"
3 When the poor heart with anguish learns That earthly props resigned must be, And from each broken cistern turns,
It hears the accents, "Come to Me."
4 When against sin I strive in vain,
5 When nature shudders, loth to part
6 O voice of mercy, voice of love,
TE servants of the Lord,
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
4 O- happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
5 Christ shall the banquet spread
And raise that faithful servant's head
6 To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, ever blessed,
231 c. M.
1 FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace,
To form in our obedient souls
2 Oh may our sympathising hearts
The tender pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe!
3 Where'er the helpless sons of want
In deep distress are laid,
4 As Jesus lived and died for us
With pity kind and true,
232 c. M.
1 pOUNTAIN of good, to own Thy love I Our thankful hearts incline; What can we render, Lord, to Thee,1j^.
When all the worlds are Thine?
2 But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of Thy grace;