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The tears shall be wip'd from our eyes,

When thee we behold in the cloud,
And echo the joy of the skies,

And shout to the trumpet of God.


“ Know ye that the Lord he is God.”—

Ps. c. 3.

L. M.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign power without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray’d,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name! 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.


C.M. “Great is thy faithfulness.”—Lam. iii. 23. BEGIN my tongue, some heav’nly theme,

And speak some boundless thing; The mighty works, or mightier name,

Of our eternal King. 2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his pow'r abroad ; Sing the sweet promise of his

And the performing God.
3 Proclaim salvation in the Lord,

For wretched dying men;
His hand has writ the sacred word,

With an immortal pen.
4 Engraved as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise shines ;
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rase

Those everlasting lines.
5 Each word of sov’reign grace is strong

As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along,

Speaks all the promises.

“Behold the Lamb of God !”-

L. M.

John i. 29.
BE EHOLD, my soul, come near and see,

The Lamb of God who died for thee;
Behold his side and venture near,
The well of endless life is here.

2 O here forget thy cares and pains,

Come, drink, yet still thy thirst remains ;
Only the fountain-head above,

Can satisfy the thirst of love.
3 Thy name, dear Lord, expels my fear,

Revives my heart, and charms my ear ;
Affords a balm for every wound,
And Satan trembles at the sound.

4 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain

"Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Saviour not asham'd of me!


“ Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us !” 1 Jn. iii. 1.

S. M.

BEHOLD what wondrous grace

The Father has bestow'd,
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. 3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's love,

I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne ;
My faith shall Abba Father cry,

And thou the kindred own.


“ They may forget, yet will I not forget

8's. thee.”—Isa. xlix. 15. BELIEVERS of mercy alone,

Of covenant mercy should sing;
Nor fear with Christ's righteousness on,

Their persons and off'rings to bring;
The vengeance of law and of God,

With them can have nothing to do, The Saviour's obedience and blood

Hide all their transgressions from view. 2 The work which his goodness begun

The arm of his strength will complete,
His promise is yea and amen,

And never was forfeited yet;
Things future, nor things that are now,

Not all things below nor above,
Can make him his purpose forego,

Or sever the soul from his love.

3 Believer, thy name from his hands,

Eternity will not erase;
Impress'd on his heart it remains,

În marks of indelible grace:
Yes! saints to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is giv'n;
More happy, but not more secure,

Are glorified spirits in heav’n.
“ Mary hath chosen that good part,”-

L. M.

Luke x. 22.
ESET with snares on ev'ry hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand ;
Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treach’rous heart,

To fix on Mary's better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Jesus! still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

L. M.
“It is I ; be not afraid.”Matt. xiv. 27.
BE steady, be steady, O my soul!

For the sea is come and the billows roll ;


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