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I long to see the Christians join
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, parents, 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.
3 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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TRUSTING IN GRACE AND PROVIDENCE.

HYMN 88. C. M.

1 GOD counts the sorrows of his 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.

3 Let those who sow in sadness, wait
"Till the fair harvest come;

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They shall confess their sheaves are great
And shout the blessing home.

HYMN 89. C. M.

WHEN languor and disease invade

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 joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suff'ring 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;

Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

7 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

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Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!

HYMN 90. P. M.

HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the

Lord,

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 wil still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of wo shall not thee o'erflow;

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 lie,

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 hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still on my bosom 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 shake,

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

HYMN 91. P. M.

ZION, afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom 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 o'er.
whelm,

But skilful the pilot that sits at the helm;

His wisdom conducts thee, his power shall defend, "Tis he all victorious, thy warfare shall end.

2 O fearful, O faithless, in mercy he cries,

What though high the surges t' aftright thee
arise;

Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stard,
Through tossings and tempests I'll bring thee to

land.

Forget thee I will not, I care for thy name, Engrav'd on my heart, it shall ever remain ; The palms of my hands, when I look on, I see 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 a. are most needful, not one is in vain. 4 The day of eternal salvation draws near, When Jesus our leader wi" dry every tear, Our bodies and souls shall his glory partake, When the trumpet shall sound, and the nations awake.

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

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"Hinder me not, come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee."

HYMN 93. P. M.

BEGONE! unbelief, my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear;

By pray'r let me wrestle, and he will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, "Tis mine 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 through.

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

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HYMN 94. S. M.

HITHER go'st thou, Pilgrim stranger,
Passing through this darksome vale?

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