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HYMN 300. S. M.
The Rock and Refuge.
T'Aloud for vengeance cry;
Or where for shelter fly?
Ordain'd by heaven to be
And why not such to me?
Exempt from every fear,
No arrows pierce me there.
HYMN 301. P. M.
Profane Families warned.
Where the great God is not adored;
But do not invocate your Lord;
Ye pull the heaviest judgments down.
And sweeps your prayerless souls to hell,
Invite him in your tents to dwell;
HYMN 302. C. M. D. 1 Lord, our grateful tongues would rain
Make known thy truth and love,
As angels do above.
For by ihy power and skill,
To do thy holy will.
On erring man descends,
As clothing, comforts, health, and food,
And sympathizing friends;
On us thou didist bestow,
To serve thee here below.
In grateful songs we pay,
May serve thee night and day;
Are spent in thine employ, Thou inay'st prepare our mortal powers, For an immortal joy.
HYMN 303. P. M. 1 Y gracious Redeemer I love,
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable naine. To gaze on his glories divine,
Shall be my eternal employ;
My boundless, ineffable joy.
My soul from the confices of hell,
And in his sweet presence to dwell. To shine with the angels of light;
With saints and with seraphs to sing i To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Saviour, my king. 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I stirvey;
And pass in a moment away:
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
HYMN 304. P. M. 1
; , Ileav'nly truth has reach'd our ears!
1 A Swhen the weary traveller gains
May its sweet reviving savour
Fill our hearts, and calm our fears! TRUTH-how sacred is the treasure!
Teach us, Lord, its worth to know Vain 's the hope, and short the pleasure,
Which from other sources flow. 2 What of truth we've now been hearing,
Lord to ev'ry heart apply! In the day of ihine appearing,
May we share thy people's joy. Till thou take us hence for ever,
Saviour, guide us with thine eye; This our aim, our sole endeavour, Thine to live, and thine to die.
HYMN 305. L. M. 1
The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains,
He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The thought of home his spirit cheers,
No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears,
So he may safe arrive at last. 4 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell
With Jesus, in the realms of day: There I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he shall wipe my tears away. 5 Jesus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode: Assur'd our home will make amends For all our toil while on the road.
HYMN 306. P. M.
“ Hither children--here's the way;
2 Yes—but whither would ye lead ?
Is it happiness indeed ?
Leading down to death and woe? 3 We were made for better things,
High as heaven our nature springs;
We were made to seek the skies. 4 We were made to love and fear
That great God who placed us here;
All his good and holy will.
Cheerful, at our work to smile,
Of the heaven prepared for us.
By the hand of Jesus led,
HYMN 307. C. M.
By the Teachers Only. 1 MIGIITY growth of deathless seed !
What thronging thousands stand Year after year, in utter need
Of mercy's christian hand!
To human culture given;
To day, they'd bloom in heaven!
From yon prophetic roll,
A lost, a living soul!
Of wilful sin is wrought! -
For every idle thought.
That raised the bruised reed,
Our hearts in long despair had wept,
This growth of deathless secd : 6 But,“ suffer such,” the Saviour cried;
“T'is mine, this green array; “From every bank, and highway site,
“Go gather, as ye may.”
The blest commission bear,
Our shepherd king, to wear.
HYMN 308. P. M.
Sunday School Hymn.
A cold and glodany cell,
Will almost sitrely dwell,
The first young violets shall bringi 2 O, if on yonder ride
A hand of dazzling flame
And write that young one's name,
Like the Chaldean king of old.
For pardon he'd implore,
As he spent none before;
As the one only needful thing.
(As possibly it may,)
This thoughtless heart to pray;
Help me to give thee up my heart.
The cold and gloomy cell,
For me it would be well