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3 Wide it unvails the heavenly world,
Where endless pleasures reign;
It bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

4 Faith shows the promises, all sealed
With our Redeemer's blood;
It helps our feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

5 There, still unshaken, would we rest,
Till this frail body dies;

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And then, on faith's triumphant wing,
To endless glory rise.

C. P. M.

Trusting in Christ for Pardon.

Aithlone

1 O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?

I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood:

That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for me,

And bring me near to God.

3 Then save me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send:

By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
'Thy Maker is thy friend.'

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To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting day.

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1 HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,
I lay my soul beneath thy love;
Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood,
Nor let me from thy feet remove.

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,
Unmoved and firm this heart should he :
Resolved-for that's my last defence-
If I must perish, here to die.

3 But speak, O Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

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4 Yes-I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
Hosanna to my Saviour God,

And loudest praises to his name.

C. M.

Love the chief Grace:

Judea. Jordan

1 HAPPY the heart, where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge-alas! 'tis all in vain-
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight, and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In realms of endless peace..

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Uxbridge.
1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass-an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven or hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the hungry-clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name-
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain :
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.

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C. M.

Baldwin. Christmas.

God the Portion of the Soul.

1 MY God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!-

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers, I am his!

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
And run with joy the shining way
To meet my dearest Lord.

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S. M.

Lisbon. St. Thomas.

1 MY God-my life-my love,
To thee to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 Nor earth-nor all the sky
Can one delight afford,
No-not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.

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Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle, where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

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1 MY God--my portion-and my love,
My everlasting all,

I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to thee!

Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me!

3 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,

Without thy graces-and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

4 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore:

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Grant me the visits of thy grace,
And I desire no more.

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1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires;

Oh! could I say, 'The Lord is mine!'
'Tis all my soul desires.

2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord,
Assure me of thy love;

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Oh! speak the kind, transporting word,
And bid my fears remove.-

3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
And triumph in my God:

Till heavenly rapture tune my voice
To spread thy praise abroad.

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True Happiness to be found only in God.

1 IN vain I trace creation o'er,
In search of solid rest;

The whole creation is too poor,
To make me truly blest.

2 Let earth and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone this restless heart
Enduring bliss can find.

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;
Here would my spirit rest:

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Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make me fully blest.

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1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither-ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?

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3 Eternal life thy words impart;
On these my fainting spirit lives:
Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine,

While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile-one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord! outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore;
Thou art my life-my joy-my care:
Depart from thee?-'tis death-'tis more-
"Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells-and peace divine
Still let me live beneath thine eye,

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For life-eternal life is thine.

C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham.

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1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree
Though vines their fruit deny,
The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no meat supply ;

2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;

Though famine reign in empty stalls,
Where herds were wont to be:-

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;

In him I'll joy, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul,
The source of lasting joy;

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A joy-which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

S. M.

Adoption.

St. Thomas. Eastbura.

1 BEHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 "Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

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