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HYMN 300. S. M.
The Rock and Refuge. 1 THE sins of youth and age,
Aloud for vengeance cry;
Or where for shelter fly? 2 Jesus, a Rock thou art,
Ordain'd by heaven to be
And why not such to me? 3 Secur'd from every ill,
Exempt from every fear,
HYMN 301. P. M.
Profane Families warned. 1 REMBLE, ye families profane, Who take the name of Christ in vain,
But do not invocate your Lord; Regardless of his smile or frown,
Ye pull the heaviest judgments down. 2 Before the threatened curse takes place,
And sweeps your prayerless souls to heli, Daily unite to implore his grace,
Invite him in your tents to dwell;
HYMN 302. C. M. D..
Make known thy truth and love,
As angels do above.
For by thy power and skill,
To do thy holy will.
On erring man descends,
As clothing, comforts, health, and food,
And sympathizing friends;
On us thou didst bestow,
To serve thee here below.
In grateful songs we pay,
May serve thee night and day;
Are spent in thine employ, Thou may'st prepare our mortal powers, For an immortal joy.
HYMN 303. P. M. 3 MY
Y gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim,
To shout his adorable name
Shall be my eternal employ;
My boundless, ineffable joy.
My soul from the confines of hell,
And in his sweet presence to dwell. To shine with the angels of light;
With saints and with seraphs to sing; To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Saviour, my king. 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey;
And pass in a moment away:
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
HYMN 304. P. M. 1
we him, by whose kind favour, Ileav'nly trulh has reach'd our ears!
As when the weary
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!
May we share thy people's joy.
Saviour, guide us with thine eye;
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. \ '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 defonds,
To lead us on to thine abode: Assur'd our homne will make amends For all our toil while on the road.
HYMN 306. PM.
“ Hither children--here's the way
2 Yes—but whither would ye lead ?
Is 't 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,
or the heaven prepared for us.
By the hand of Jesus led,
HYMN 307. C. M.
By the Teachers Only.
What thronging thousands stand
of mercy's christian hand!
To huinan culture given;
To day, they'd bloom in heavení
From yon prophetic roll,
A lost, a living soul!
Of wilfiu sin is wrought!-
For every idle thought.
That raised the bruised reed,
Our hearts in long despair had wept,
This growth of deathless seed:
" 'Tis mine, this green array;
“Go gather, as ye may.'
The blest commission bear,
HYMN 308. P. M.
Sunday School Hymn.
A cold and gloomy cell,
Will almost surely dwell,
The first young violets shall bring! 2 O, if on yonder side
A hand of dazzling flame
And write that young one's name,
Like the Chaldean king of old. 3 With earnest hope and fear,
For pardon he'd implore,
As he spent none before;
As the one only needful thing. 4 Well, let the name be mine,
(As possibly it inay,)
This thoughtless heart to pray;
Help me to give thee upray heart. 5 Then though the grassy bed,
The cold and gloomy cell,
For me it would be well