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The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.
Here, in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song ;
There, through one bright eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong.
LORD, may our union form a part
Of that thrice happy whole;
Derive its pulse from Thee, the Heart,
Its life from Thee, the Soul.
“ STAND UP AND BLESS THE LORD."
STAND up and bless the LORD,
Ye people of His choice ;
Stand up and bless the LORD your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy name,
And laud and magnify ?
Oh for the living flame
From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought !
There, with benign regard,
Our hymns He deigns to hear ;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,
The spirit feels Him near.
God is our strength and song,
And His salvation ours ;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.
Stand up and bless the LORI,
The LORD your God adore;
Stand up and bless His glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.
ACCORDING to Thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying LORD;
I will remember Thee.
Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be ; Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember Thee.
Gethsemane can I forget ?
Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember Thee ?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
I must remember Thee.
Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me!
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come,
Then, LORD, remember me.
When on Sinai's top I see
GOD descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
When, in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my siglit. ,
When on Calvary I rest,
God in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away.
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.
SING we the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day the young, the old,
Our Saviour and His flock appear
One Shepherd and one fold.
Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth, the pilgrim throng, Yet learn we in our low estate
The saints' triumphant song. Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain !
Cry the redeemed above, Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.
Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing,
Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave?
Then hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given ;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven.
THE OFFICES OF THE MINISTRY.
We bid thee welcome in the name
Of Jesus, our exalted Head ;
Come as a Servant, so He came,
And we receive thee in His stead.
Come as a Shepherd : guard and keep This fold from hell, and earth, and sin; Nourish the lambs and feed the sheep, The wounded heal, the lost bring in.
Come as a Watchman : take thy stand
Upon thy tower amidst the sky;
And when the sword comes on the land,
Call us to fight, or warn to fly.
Come as an Angel, hence to guide
A band of pilgrims on their way,
That, safely walking at thy side,
We fail not, faint not, turn, nor stray.
Come as a Teacher, sent from GOD,
Charged His whole counsel to declare ;
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod,
While we uphold thy hands with prayer.
Come as a Messenger of peace,
Filled with the Spirit, fired with love;
Live to behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.
THE LORD IS IN OUR MIDST.
Not here, as to the prophet's eye,
The LORD upon His throne appears;
Nor Seraph tongues responsive cry,
Holy! thrice holy! in our ears.
Yet God is present in this place,
Veiled in serener majesty;
So full of glory, truth, and grace,
That faith alone such light can see.
Nor as He in the temple taught,
Is Christ within these walls revealed,
When blind, and deaf, and dumb were brought,
Lepers and lame,-and all were healed.
Yet here, when two or three shall meet,
Or thronging multitudes are found,
All may sit down at Jesus' feet,
And hear from Him the joyful sound.
IN TIME OF PESTILENCE.
LET the land mourn through all its coasts,
The king lay by his state,
Princes and rulers at their posts
Awhile sit desolate.
Let the whole people, high and low,
Rich, poor, and great, and small,
Invoke in fellowship of woe,
The Maker of them all.
For God hath summoned from his place
Death in a direr form,
To waken, warn, and scourge our race,
Than earthquake, fire, or storm.
Let churches weep within their pale,
And families apart;
Let each in secresy bewail
The plague of his own heart.
So, while the land bemoans its sin,
The pestilence may cease;
And mercy, tempering wrath, bring in
GOD's saving health and peace.
Fall down, ye nations, and adore
JEHOVAH on His mercy-seat;
Like prostrate seas on every shore,
That cast their billows at your feet.