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My lasting heritage ;
My warmest thoughts engage.
And keep thy laws in sight,
With ever-fresh delight.
Where springs of life arise,
And hidden glory lies.
It makes our sorrows blest;
And our eternal rest.
ANONYMOUS. The Same. 1 Thou Book of life!-in thee are found
The mysteries of my Maker's will;
• The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.
I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock,
From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock. 3 Light of the world! thy beams impart
To lead my feet through life's dark way;
4 Healer of all the woes of life!
The balm of souls diseased ; to save
Of death, with victory o'er the grave !
When other lamps grow dim,
Nor lead astray from Him.
That reaches from the throne
Will seize it for his own!
Unto celestial wealth,
And to the sick man, health!
Of one who knows and best
With what will make them blessed.
That infant years can hear,
With God and angels near.
and sorrow go;
Exalted in my might!
I place supreme delight.
My spirit shall descend;
To earth's remotest end.
No threats from him proceed;
Nor break the bruised reed.
The weak will not despise;
And make the fallen rise.
Shall never know decline,
Receive the law divine.
The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way!
2 Bring down the proud mountain though tower.
ing to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume;
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches
What its signs of promise are,
See that glory-beaming star.
Aught of joy or hope foretell ?
Promised day of Israel.
Higher yet that star ascends.
Peace and truth its course portends.
Gild the spot that gave them birth ?
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.
3 Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Lo! the Son of God, is come.
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
Which they chant in hymns of joy: “Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high !
Reaching far as man is found :
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
For your Prophet, Priest and King."
Of our great Redeemer's birth ;
Till it cover all the earth.
E. H. SEARS
Come heaven's melodious strains,