We lift our hearts and voices 2 While, in affliction's furnace, Thy love we praise, that knows our days, In thine almighty favor; 3 Thou dost conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation; The world, with sin and Satan, 4 Faith now beholds the glory, 404 To which thou wilt restore us, Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, 1 FIRMLY I stand on Zion's hill, And view my starry crown; No power on earth my hope can shake, 2 The lofty hills, and stately towers, 3 The vaulted heavens shall melt away, But firmer than the heavens, the rock C. M. Marlow. Judea. 405 Communion of Saints on Earth with Saints in Heaven. 1 COME, let us join our friends above, 2 Let saints below in concert sing Though now divided by the stream- mp 4 Ev'n now to their eternal home Len And we are to the margin come, Aff 5 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide Len C. M Westford. Marlow 406 Saints cheered with the Hope of Heaven. mp 1 COME, humble souls-ye mourners, come, And wipe away your tears: Adieu to all your sad complaints, mf 2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, Soon shall you join the glorious theme 3 God, the eternal, mighty God, Aff 4 My Father, God! and may these lips Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony 5 Forever let my grateful heart His boundless grace adore Which gives ten thousand blessings now, f 6 Transporting hope!-still on my soul 407 C. M. Marlow. 1 SING, all ye ransomed of the Lord, 2 His hand divine shall lead you on, 3 Bright garlands of immortal joy While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Westford. f 4 March on, in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still; 408 With joyful hope still fix your eye Mourning over departed Comforts. 1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, And when the evening shades prevailed, 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And when I read his holy word, I called each promise mine. mp 4 But now-when evening shade prevails Len My soul in darkness mourns: And when the morn the light reveals, Af 5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail- 409 mf 410 H. M. 1 WHERE is my Saviour now, By heaviest grief oppressed:› Bethesda. 2 Where can the mourner go, 3 Jesus, thy smiles impart; My dearest Lord, return, And bid me cease to mourn: L. M. Medway. Sparta 2 Where is the zeal that led us then To make our Saviour's glory known? 3 Where are the happy seasons spent Oh cast us not away, though vile! Cold Affections lamented. Medway. Bath. 1 JESUS demands this heart of mine, How cold, my best affections are! f Len 412 C. M. Backsliding and Returning. Patmos. Ferry. 1 WHY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more by day 2 When my forgetful soul renews My heart presumes I cannot lose 3 But ere one fleeting hour is past, Some sensual bait to seize my taste, 4 Wretch that I am! to wander thus, 413 Let me be fastened to thy cross, 1 DEAR Lord, accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains; And mourns with much and frequent smart, 2 How eager are my thoughts to roam But ah! when duty calls me home, |