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7 But anthems dwell upon my tongue,
And this shall ever be my song,
'Twas nought but sovoreign love divine,
That mov'd this stupid heart of mine.

HYMN 130. Sevens.

Christ's Ascension.
ITAIL the day that sees him rise,

H Ravish'd from our wishful eyes,
Christ awhile to mortals givin,
Re-ascends his native heav'n ;
There the pompous triumph waits ;
“ Lift your heads, eternal gates!
“ Wide unfold the radiant scene,
“ Take the King of glory in !"
2 Him, tho' highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves ;
Tho' returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own;
Still for us be intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Master, (may we ever say)
Taken from our world away ;
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee :
Grant, tho' parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our souls may thither rise,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for a happier home.

There we shall with thee remain, Partners of thine endless reign, There thy face unclouded see, Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee.

HYMN 131. Sevens. Christ's Triumphant Ascension. TESUS, our triumphant head,

Ris'n victorious from the dead, To the realms of glory's gone, To ascend his rightful throne. 2 Cherubs on the conqu’ror gaze, Seraphs glow with brighter blaze ; Each bright order of the sky, Hails him as he passes by! 3 Saints the glorious triumph meet; See their garments at his feet! By his scars his toils are view'd, And his garments roll'd in blood ! 4 Heav'n its king congratulates, Opens wide her golden gates ; Angels, songs of vict'ry bring, All the blissful regions ring. 5 Sinners, join the heav'nly pow'rs, For redemption all is ours : None but burden'd sinners prove Blood-bought pardon, dying love. 6 Hail! thou dear, thou worthy Lord ! Holy Lamb ! Incarnate Word! Hail ! thou suff’ring Son of God! Take the trophies of thy bloodi

HYMN 132. L. M. Hope Encouraged by a view of the Divine Perfec

tion. 1 Sam. xxx. 6. W HY sinks my weak, desponding mind?

W Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh? Can sov'reign goodness be unkind ? And I not safe when God is nigh ? 2 He holds all nature in his hand; That gracious hand on which I live, Does life, and time, and deati command, And has immortal joys to give. 3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame, On him alone my hopes recline; The wond'rous glories of his name, How wide they spread, how bright they shine,! 4 Infinite wisdom! boundless pow'r! Unchanging faithfulness and love! Here let me trust, while I adore, And from my refuge ne'er reirove, 5 My God, if thou art mine indeed, Then I have all iny heart can crave; A present help in times of need, Still kind to hear and strong to save. 6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord, And ease the sorrows of my breast; Speak to my heart the healing word, That thou art mine--and I am blest.

HYMN 133. C. M.

A Penitent Pleading for Mercyj. TORD, at thy feet, we sinners, lie,

1 And knock at mercy's door; With heavy heart and downicast eye,

Thy favor we implore.

2 [On us, the vast extent display

Of thy forgiving love ; Take all our heinous guilt away, - This heavy load remove. 3 We sink, with all this weight, oppres'd,

Sink down to death and hell ; Oh, give our troubled spirit rest,

Our num'rous fears dispel.] 4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore,

We would thy bowels move ; Thy grace is an exhaustless store,

And thou thyself art love.
5 Oh, for thine own, for Jesus' sake,

Our many sins forgive,
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,

And breaking, soon relieve. 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,

And thy dominion own; Nor let a rival more pretend To re-possess thy throne.

HYMN 134. Sevens. Rejoicing in Hope. Isaiah xxxv. 10.

Luke xii. 32.
CHILDREN of the heav'nly king,

U As ye journey, sweetly sing i
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are trav’ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod,
They are happy now, and ye,
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You ncar Jesus' throne shall rest;

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There your seats are now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.
5 Lord! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

HYMN 135. L. M.

Return of Joy. W HEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,

W And smiling day once more appears ; Then, my Redeemer, then I find, The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart, And blush that I should ever be So prone to act a sinful part, And stlll indulge distrust of thee. 3 Oh! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn : That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! But when my faith is sharply try'd, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still

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