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In union sweet, and peace divine,
When every church with grace shall shine,
And grow to Christ, the living vine,

And give to Jesus glory.
3 Come, par nts, children, bond and free,

Come, will you go to heaven with me,
That glorious land of rest to see,
And shout with me eternally,

And give to Jesus glory?
4 My soul feels happy while I sing :

I feel that I am on the wing:
I'll shout salvation to my king,
"Till I to heaven my trophies bring,

And there we 'll give him glory. 5 A few more days of pain and wo,

A few more suffering scenes below,
And then to Jesus we shall go,
Where everlasting pleasures flow,

And there we 'll give him glory.
The awful trumpet soon will sound,
And shake the vast creation round,
And call the nations under ground;
And all the saints shall then be crown'd,

And give to Jesus glory.
7 Ten thousand thunders then shall roll,

And shake the globe from pole to pole ;
How dreadful to the guilty soul !
But nothing shall the saints control,

They 'll give to Jesus glory.
8 Then tears shall all be wiped away;

Then Christians ne'er shall go astray; When we are freed from cumb'rous clay, We'll praise the Lord in endless day,

And give to Jesus glory.
9 There all the saints shall join in one,

And sing with Moses round the throne ;
Their troubles are for ever gone,
They 'll shine with God's eternal Son,

And give to Jesus glory.

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HYMN 83. C. M. 1

saints, Their groans affect his ears; He has a book for their complaints,

A bottle for their tears. 2 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night,
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise

To rivers of delight.
Let those who sow in sadness, wait

'Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great
And shout the blessing home.

HYMN 89. C. M.
I WHEN languor and disease invnde

This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,

And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of thy love;
Sweet to look upwards to the place

Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joy: my own.
4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine

My sins on Jesus laud;
Sweet to remember that his blood

My debt of sufforing paid.
5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,

Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience day by day,

His Spirit's quick’ning breath. 6 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end;

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Sweet on his covenant of grace

For all things to depend.
7 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!

HYMN 90. P. M. "HoWorárm a foundation, ye saints of the

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word;
What more can he say than to you he hath said,

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, and health,

In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home or abroad, on the land, on the sea,
“ As thy days may demand shall thy strength

ever be. 3 “Fear not, I am with thee, O be rot dismay'd,

1, I am thy God, and we still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee

to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 “Wiien through the deep waters I call thee to go,

The rivers of wo shall not thee o'ertiow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 5“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall

My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design

Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6 “E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove

My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when boary hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still on my bosoba be borne. 7 “The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose

I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to

I'll never, no never, no never forsake."

HYMN 91. P. M.



ZION, afflicted with wave upon wave,

Whom noman can comfort, whoin no man

save, Surrounded with troubles, with terror dismay'd, With toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd. Loud roaring, the billows now nigh thee oer.

whelm, But skilful the pilot that sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, his power shali defend,

'Tis he all victorious, thy warfare shall end. 2 O fearful, O faithless, in mercy he cries,

What though high the surges taftright inee Still, still I am with thee, my promide shall stard, Through tossings and tempests I'll bring thee te

land. Forget thee I will not, I care for thy name, Engravid on my heart, it shall ever remain ; The palms of my hands, when I look on, I spe

The wounds I receiv'd when I suffer'd for thee. 3 The fearful, the faithless, the weak are my care

The helpless, the hopeless, I hear their sad prayer Through great tribulation my people I bring, And when they reach heaven the louder they'll

sing. I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans! For thou art most nigh me, my flesh and my

bones; In all my afflictions, though great is my pain,

They au are most needful, not one is in vain. 4 The day of eternal salvation draws near,

When Jesus uur leader wi" dry every tear,
Our bodies and souls shall his glory partake,
When the trumpet shall sound, and the nations

Fight on ye old soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd,
The war will be ended, your treasure enlarg'à :
With singing and shoulmig, though Jordan may

roar, We'll enter fair Canaan and stand on the shore.

HYMN 92. C. M.

N all my Lord's appointed ways

My journey I'll pursue:
Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints,

For I must go with you.
2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads,

I'll follow where he goes; Hinder me not, shall be my cry,

Though earth and hell oppose. 3 Through duty and through trials too,

I'll go at his command; Hinder me not, for I am bound

To my Immanuel's land. 4 And when my Saviour calls me home,

Still this my cry shall be, “Hinder me not, come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee."

HYMN 93. P. M. 1

, And for my relief will surely appear; By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will perform;

Wiih Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide,

"Tis inine to obey, 'tis his to provide; Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,

The word he has spoken will surely prevail. 3 His love in time past forbids me to think

He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure to bring me quite

4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good,

The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food, Though painful at present, 'twill cease before

long, And then, O how pleasant, the conqueror's song

HYMN 94. S. M. WHITHER go'st thon, Pilgrim stranger;

Passing through this darksome vale i

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