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C. M.

Medford. Dedham.

1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls
Admire thy matchless grace;

That thou wilt walk-that thou wilt dwel!
With Adam's sinful race.

2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace
The desert with delight:

Through all the gloom one smile of thine
Can dissipate the night.

3 Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam;

Thy hand, that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.

4 Joyful my spirit will consent
To drop its mortal load,

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And hail the sharpest pangs of death,—
That break its way to God.

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1 ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;
Remove the parting vail-and see
The glories of eternity!

2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,
While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well
As not to long with God to dwell?

4 To dwell with God!-to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
The glorious expectation now
Is heavenly bliss begun below.

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1 WE'VE no abiding city here;
We seek a land beyond our sight;
Zion its name-the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.

2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest!

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Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee-and be at rest.

pl 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.

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8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville.
God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength!
1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land':
I am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises

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I will ever give to thee.

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Contemplation of Death and Glory.

1 MY soul, come, meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,

When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

2 Oh! could we die with those who die,
And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead:-

3 Then should we see the saints above
In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

4 We should almost forsake our clay
Before the summons come,

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And pray, and wish our souls away

To their eternal home.

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Looking from Earth to Heaven.

Patmos. Judea,

mp 1 LET death dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home:

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Why do my days move on so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

2 God has laid up in heaven for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From every ill design;

And to his heavenly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

4 God is my everlasting aid,

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My portion-and my friend;
To him be highest glory paid,
Through ages without end.

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1 OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly,
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!

2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Exposed to no decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving look of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Oh then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent souls shall rise,

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To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal in the skies.

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1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

(11 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

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3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all;—

mp 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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The heavenly Canaan.

Litchfield. Corinth.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,'
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green:

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes ;-

mf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

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Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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Stephens. Judea,

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

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2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There, God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow-pain and death-
Are felt and feared no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

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When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

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Rest from Sin and Trouble in Heaven.

1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they are!
And, like a raging flood,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And force us from our God.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar !

But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his high commands
Our cheerful feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our active zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we ever sing and tell
The wonders of his grace,

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face..

5 Forever his dear, sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be

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mf111 HEAD of the church triumphant,

We joyfully adore thee;

Till thou appear, thy members here,
Shall sing like those in glory,

Pisgah

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