HYMN

31.

III. 1.

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HRIST, through whom all blessings flow,
Perfecting the saints below,

Hear us who Thy nature share,
Who thy mystic body are:
Join us, in one Spirit join;
Let us still receive of Thine;
While for more on Thee we call,
Thou who fillest all in all.

2 Move and actuate and guide,
Divers gifts to each divide;
Placed according to Thy will,
Let us all our work fulfil;
Never from our office move,
Needful to each other prove;
Let us daily growth receive,
More and more in Jesus live.

HYMN

32.

C. M.

1OME in, thou blessed of the LORD,

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Stranger nor foe art thou;
We welcome thee with warm accord,
Our Friend, our Brother now.

2 The hand of fellowship, the heart
Of love, we offer thee;

Leaving the world, thou dost but part
From lies and vanity.

3 The cup of blessing which we bless,
The heavenly bread we break,

(Our Saviour's blood and righteousness), Freely with us partake.

4 In weal or woe, in joy or care,
Thy portion shall be ours;

Christians their mutual burthen share.
They lend their mutual powers.

5 Come with us, we will do thee good,
As GOD to us hath done,

Stand but in Him, as those have stood,
Whose faith the victory won.

HYMN

33.

II. 3.

NITY of Heaven, Jerusalem,

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Blest Vision of the Peace on high,
With living stones, each stone a gem,
Uplifted to the starry sky,

In all thy bridal splendour crown'd,
With thousand thousand angels round!

2 Oh, wedded to a lot most bright,

E'en with the Father's glory dower'd, In all the Bridegroom's beauty dight, Queen, in all loveliness embower'd; To Christ the king in marriage given : Resplendent citadel of Heaven!

3 With purest pearls thy portals shine, And day and night unclos'd remain, And thither led by grace divine,

Of mortals winds an holy train,
Who, for the love of Christ, have borne
The racking cross, and robe of scorn.

4 With many a needful stroke, imprest

By dint of the great Builder's hand, With many a blow these stones are drest, And for that pile celestial plann’d, Till fitly framed and firmly braced, And on its rising summit placed.

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PLEASANT

LEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
King of glory, God of grace!

2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest,
In their Heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls, their praises flow, Ever in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length;
At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

4 Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through this world of sin
Keep me by Thy saving grace,
Give me at Thy side a place;
Sun and shield alike Thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from Thee,
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

HYMN

35.

C. M.

THE

For All Saints.

THE Son of God is gone to war,
kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?

2 Who best can drink His cup of woe,
And triumph over pain;

Who boldest bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.

3 A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve warrior-saints, the truth they knew,
And braved the cross and flame.

4 They climbed the dizzy steep of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain;

O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.

FESTIVALS AND FASTS.

THE LORD'S DAY.

HYMN

36.

C. M.

A

GAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that which wrapt
A guilty world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind our Lord in death;

He shook their kingdom, when He fell
By His expiring breath.

4 And now His conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
Broken beneath His powerful cross,
Death's iron sceptre lies.

5 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

6 Ten thousand thousand voices join
To hail this happy morn,

Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.