% I long to see the Christians joili In union sweet, and peace divine, And give to Jesus glory. Come, will you go to heaven with me, And give to Jesus glory? I feel that I am on the wing: And there we 'll give him glory. 5 A few more days of pain and wo, A few more suffering scenes below, And there we 'll give him glory. And give to Jesus glory. And shake the globe from pole to pole ; They 'll give to Jesus glory. 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. And sing with Moses round the throne ; And give to Jesus glory. 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, To rivers of delight. 'Till the fair harvest come; HYMN 89. C. M. This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. The whispers of thy love; Where Jesus pleads above. In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joy: my own. My sins on Jesus laud; My debt of sufforing paid. 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. What must the fountain be, HYMN 90. P. M. "HoWorárm a foundation, ye saints of the Is laid for your faith in his excellent word; You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; 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; 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; And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 5“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 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; 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; shake, HYMN 91. P. M. arise; 10 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, awake. roar, We'll enter fair Canaan and stand on the shore. HYMN 92. C. M. 1 My journey I'll pursue: For I must go with you. 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; through. 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 |