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HYMN 27.

LEST is the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour united prayers;

(S. M.)

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we at death must part,
How keen, how deep the pain!
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
Throughout eternity.

HYMN 28.

Psalm cxxii.

The Church in Glory.

ITH joy shall I behold the day

(II. 1.)

W That calls my willing soul away,

To dwell among the blest:
For lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And points me to his rest.

2 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes
The heaven-built tow'rs of Salem rise;
Their glory I survey;

I view her mansions, that contain
The angel host, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.

3 Thither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Borne on immortal wing;

There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ
Before th' Almighty King.

4 The King a seat hath there prepar'd,
High, on eternal base uprear'd,
For his eternal Son:

His palaces with joy abound;

His saints, by him with glory crown'd,
Attend and share his throne.

5 Mother of cities! o'er thy head

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Bright peace, with healing wings outspread,
For evermore shall dwell:

Let me, blest seat! my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,

And bid the world farewell.

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RIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head

From dust, and darkness, and the dead! Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy excellence be known: Deck'd in the robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. 4 God from on high has heard thy prayer, His hand thy ruins shall repair: Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest,
The type of heav'n's eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,

And vanquish'd all our foes:
And now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all his love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heav'n with hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Great King, gird on thy sword,
Ascend thy conq'ring car;
While justice, truth and love,
Maintain thy glorious war:
This day let sinners own thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms away!

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HYMN 31.

(C. M.)

HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
Let young and old rejoice:

To him be vows and homage paid,
Whose service is our choice.

2 This is the temple of the Lord:
How dreadful is this place!

With meekness let us hear his word,
With rev'rence seek his face.

3 This is the homage he requires-
The voice of praise and prayer,
The soul's affections, hopes, desires,
Ourselves and all we are.

4 While rich and poor for mercy call;
Propitious from the skies,

The Lord, the Maker of them all,
Accepts the sacrifice.

5 Well pleas'd, through Jesus Christ his Son,

From sin he grants release;

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According to their faith 'tis done,
He bids them go in peace.

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HYMN 32.

ELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near
To feast his saints to-day;

Here may we sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place
Where Jesus is within,

Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
To everlasting bliss.

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HYMN 33.

(S. M.)

NOTHER six days' work is done, Another Lord's day has begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the hours thy God hath blest.

(L. M.)

2 This day may our devotions rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And heaven that sweet repose bestow,
Which none but they who feel it know!
3 This peaceful calm within the breast
Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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HYMN 34.

(II. 3.)

G Demands the soul's collected powers;

REAT God! this sacred day of thine

Gladly we now to thee resign

These solemn, consecrated hours:
O may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne!
2 All-seeing God! thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore;
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And where thou art intrude no more:
O may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above!
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,

And bid thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine:
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
HYMN 35.

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The King of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days.
But Zion, with his presence blest,
Is his delight, his chosen rest.

2 O King of glory! come,

And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy home,

This people as thy own.

(II. 4.)

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show
How God can dwell with men below.

3 Now let thine ear attend

Our supplicating cries;
Now let our praise ascend,
Accepted to the skies:

Now let thy gospel's joyful sound
Spread its celestial influence round.

4 Here may the list'ning throng,
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above:

Till all who humbly seek thy face,
Rejoice in thine abounding grace.