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4 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait
Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

1 YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears;

Be mercy all your

For

theme;

mercy like a river flows,

In one perpetual stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell;
God will those powers restrain;
His arm will all their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good;
For his he will provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.

4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone;
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.

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C. M.

HEGINBOTHAM.

Rejoicing in God, our Father.

1 COME, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;

Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.

2 God, the eternal, mighty God,

To dearer names descends;

Calls us his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.

3 My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

4 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all these comforts flow.

C. M.

WATTS.

645.

The Same.

1

1 THE Lord of Glory is my Light,
And my Salvation too:

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires-
Oh grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide:
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,

And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

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647.

1 To THEE, my God and Saviour,
My soul exulting sings;
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice in supplication,
My Saviour, thou shalt hear:
O grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.

3 Thy gracious love possessing
In all my pilgrim road,
My soul shall feel thy blessing
In thy divine abode.

There bowing down before thee,
My every conflict o'er,

My spirit shall adore thee,
Forever, evermore.

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no

more;

Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of glad

ness,

Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them

And scattered their legions was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them,

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should

be;

Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee;

Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

648.

C. M.

Psalm 23.

J. Q. ADAMS.

1 My Shepherd is the Lord on high;
His hand supplies me still;

In pastures green he makes me lie,
Beside the rippling rill:

He cheers my soul, relieves my woes,
His glory to display;

The paths of righteousness he shows,
And leads me in his way.

2 Though walking through death's dismal shade, No evil will I fear;

Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid,

For thou art ever near:

For me a table thou dost spread
In presence of my foes;

With oil thou dost anoint my head;

By thee my cup o'erflows.

3 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure
Shall bless me all my days;
And I, with lips sincere and pure,
Will celebrate thy praise :

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Yes, in the temple of the Lord
Forever I will dwell;

To after time thy name record,
And of thy glory tell.

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The Cross of Christ.

1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,

BOWRING.

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.

4-Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;

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Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

1 LET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.

2 The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man ;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When dust he turns to dust again?