Continued.

Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms!
The Savior invites me, I'll go to his arms;
At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room,
O there may I feast with his children at home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home.
Farewell vain amusements, my follies adieu,
While Jesus and heaven and glory I view;

I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne,
The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O when shall I share the fruition of home?

The days of my exile are passing away,

The time is approaching, when Jesus will say,
"Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,
And dwell in my presence, for ever at home."
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O there I shall rest with the Savior at home.

Affliction and sorrow and death shall be o'er,
The saints shall unite to be parted no more;
There loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
They dwell with the Savior for ever at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

They dwell with the Savior for ever at home.

RESPONSE.

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee, in glory at home.

Home, &c.

on the wings of migh- ty winds, Came flying all

a - broad.

HYMN FIRST.

The Lord our God is full of might:
The winds obey his will;,

He speaks-and in his heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.

Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar:

The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

HYMN SECOND.

With reverence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;

His high commands with reverence hear
And tremble at his word.

How terrible thy glories be!

How bright thine armies shine! Where is the pow'r that vies with thee? Or truth, compared with thine?

Howl, winds of night! your force com- Thy words the raging winds control,

Without his high behest,

[bine,

Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
Ye nations! bend, in reverence bend,
Ye monarchs! wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

And rule the boisterous deep;

Thou makest the sleeping billows roll-
The rolling billows sleep.

Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace,
While truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near thy face.

RESPONSES.

1 Great God! and wilt thou condescend
To cast a look below-

To this vile world thy notice bend,
These seats of sin and woe?
But O to show thy smiling face,
To bring thy glories near-
Amazing and transporting grace
To dwell with mortals here.

2 How strange, how awful is thy love! With trembling we adore

Not all th'exalted minds above

Its wonders can explore.
While golden harps and angel-tongues
Resound immortal lays,

Great God! permit our humble songs
To rise and mean thy praise.