6 Upward let us constant move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
'There we shall with him remain,
Partners of his endless reign.

HYMN 78.-L. M.

A Propitious Gale longed for.

Anthor lady, tweef spirit, con Toiling, I cry, "sweet Spirit, come : "Celestial breeze" no longer stay, "But swell my sails, and speed my way.

2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, "And loose my cable from below; "But I can only spread my sail;

"Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale

HYMN 79.-S. M.

Compassion.

DID Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief, Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep,
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,'
And there's no weeping there.

́HYMN 80.-8, 7, 48.

Sinners entreated to hear.

INNERS, will you scorn the message, Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence-O how tender!] Every line is full of love; Listen to it

Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel, News from Zion's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner-"Pardon, "Free forgiveness in his name. How important!

Free forgiveness in his name..

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ;
Fearful hearts they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears.

Tender heralds

Chase away the falling tears.

4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word,

While the messengers address you,
Take the warnings they afford;
We entreat you,

Take the warnings they afford.

5 Who hath our report believed?
Who receiv'd the joyful word?
Who embrac'd the news of pardon,
Offer'd to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it-

Offer'd to you by the Lord.

6 O, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings hear without delay:
Rebel sinners,
Glad, the message will obey.

HYMN 81.-7s.

Humble Adoration.

RATEFUL notes and numbers bring,

GWhile Jehovah's praise we sing

Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored.

2 Though unworthy, let thine car Now our humble homage hear;

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Purer praise we hope to bring,
When with saints we stand and sing.

3 Lead us to that blissful state
Where thou reign'st supremely great ;
Look with pity from thy throne,-
Send thy holy spirit down.

4 While on earth ordained to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way
Till we come to reign with thee,
And thy glorious greatness see.

5 Then with angel harps again
We will make a nobler strain,
There in joyful songs of praise,
Our triumphant voices raise.

6 There no tongue shall silent be, All shall join in harmony;

That through heaven's all-spacious round Praise to thee may ceaseless sound.

HYMN 82.-P. M.

The Family Bible.

OW painfully pleasing the fond recollection

Of youthful emotions and innocent joy,

When blest with parental advice and affection, Surrounded with mercies, with peace from on high.

I still view the chair of my sire and my mother,

The seats of their offspring as rang'd on each hand,

And that richest book which excels every other,

That family Bible which lay on the

stand.

The oldfashioned Bible, the dear blest

Bible,

The family Bible that lay on the stand.

2That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration

At morn and at evening could yield us

delight,

The prayer of our sire was sweet invocation,

For mercy by day, and safety throngh night.

Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling,

All warm from the heart of a family band,

Half rais'd us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,