From whence doth this union 8- - rise, That hatred is

Ye saints, who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace and his glory display,

And all his rich mercy repeat:

He snatch'd you from sin and the grave-
He ransom'd from death and despair:

For you he was mighty to save,
Almighty to bring you safe there.

I want to put on my attire,

Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb;
I want to be one of your choir,

And tune my sweet harp to his name;

I want-Oh, I want to be there,

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu-
Your joy and your friendship to share-
To wonder, and worship with you!

LENOX. H. M.

Let earth and heav'n a gree, An - gels and men be joined, To

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ARLINGTON. C. M.

Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed up - on

And vain-ly strive with earthly toys -0

the wind,

1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth

And press with vigor on

Allure thy wandering eyes.