226 L. M.

1 "YTTHERE high the heavenly temple stands,

VV The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears,
The Guardian of mankind appears.

2 He, who for men their Surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.

3 Jesus, who suffered here below,
Feels sympathy with human woe,
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His prayers, His agonies.

4 In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
Touched with the feeling of our grief,
He to the sufferer sends relief.

5 With boldness therefore, at the throne
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

6 All praise to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee,
Whom, with the Spirit, we adore
For ever and for evermore.

227 7. 7. 7.7. 7.7. 7. 7.

HO are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng
Bound the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?

"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,

Wisdom, riches to obtain;
New dominion every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with His almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne

Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,

Perfect love dispels all fears,
And for ever from their eyes

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? .
Each a golden crown is wearing:
Who are all this glorious band?
Alleluia! hark they sing,
Praising loud their heavenly King.

2 Who are these in dazzling brightness,

Clothed in God's own righteousness?
These, whose robes of purest whiteness
Shall their lustre still possess,

Still untouched by time's rude hand:
Whence comes all this glorious band?

3 These are they who have contended

For their Saviour's honour long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,

Following not the sinful throng;
These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph by the Lamb have gained.

4 These are they whose hearts were riven,

Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has bid them weep no more.

5 These, the Almighty contemplating,

Did as priests before Him stand,
Soul and body always waiting

Day and night at His command:
Now in God's most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.

229 L.m.

1 TT7ITH anxious eyes I look around,

V V Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, " Come to Me."

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,
And cannot from its yoke get free,
Sinking beneath the heavy chain,
The words arrest me, " Come to Me."

5 When nature shudders, loth to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see;
When a faint chill comes o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters, "Come to Me."

6 O voice of mercy, voice of love,
In death's last painful agony
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, " Come to Me."

230

Y

TE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;

Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His name.

3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
And, while we speak, He's near;

Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

4 O- happy servant he,

In such a posture found!
Jiff shall his Lord with rapture see,
^^ And be with honour crowned.

5 Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,

And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic band.

6 To God the Father, Son,

And Spirit, ever blessed,
The One in Three, the Three in One,
Be endless praise addressed.

231 c. M.

1 FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace,
I All-powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of Thy love.

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,
Soft be our hearts their pain to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 As Jesus lived and died for us

With pity kind and true,
May we, whom thus the Saviour loved,
Love each his brother too!

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;
Whose humble name Thou wilt confess