3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favour'd throng;

Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

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C. M.

Mercy Seat. EXALL

1 THE temple's lofty golden spires,
Fell at the warriors' feet,

Forsaken are the marble choirs,
And lost the mercy seat.

2 Now, where shall sinful, guilty man,
Whose days are few and fleet,
Find ere he crosses life's short span,
The heav'nly mercy seat.

3 While thus I mourn'd beneath my load, I heard in accents sweet,

A voice that cry'd the lamb of God, "Christ is the mercy scat."

4 Thus spake the voice, and glad I heard,
My heart with pleasure beat,
I pray'd have mercy on me Lord,
Now at the mercy seat.

5 The Saviour answers from the sky,
The' inspiring sounds I greet,
"Who'er believes shall never die,
While there's a mercy seat."

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C. M. Alpha and Omega.

ANON.

1 HAIL, Alpha and Omega hail;

Author of all our faith,

The finisher of all our hopes,

The truth, the life, the path!

2 Hail, first and last, the morning star,
1n whom we live and move!

Increase our little spark of faith,
And multiply our love.

3 Let that belief which Jesus taught,
Be treasur'd in our breast;

The evidence of unseen joys,
The substance of our rest.

4 0 let us go from strength to strength,
From grace to greater grace,
From one degree of faith to more,
Till we behold thy face.

78 8.7.

1

SWEET to see the floweret blushing,
Opening all its beauties wide;

Sweet to taste the streamlet gushing,
Fresh'ning from the mountain's side.
Sweet to hear soft numbers flowing
From the lute's melodious string;
Sweet to feel mild zephyrs blowing,
Bearing odours on the wing.

2 Sweeter far Jehovah Jesus,

To the sight, the ear, the taste;
He has every thing to please us,
With such gentle glory grac❜d.
He a flower is, ever precious,
None its varied tints can paint;
He life's waters to refresh us,
When the thirsty soul is faint,

3 His dear name, like heav'n's high chorus
Sounds in accents passing sweet;
And his spirit breathing o'er us,
Heav'n and earth appear to me

4 Ever shall our souls adore thee,
O thou matchless Lord of light!
While thy beauties in full glory,
Burst upon the ravish'd sight.

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C. M.

Portion.

NEWTON.

1 FROM pole to pole let others roam,

And search in vain for bliss;

My soul is satisfi'd at home,
The Lord my portion is.

2 Jesus, who on his glorious throne,
Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea;
Is pleas'd to claim me for his own,
And give himself to me.

3 His person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
And while he pleads for me above,
His arm preserves me here.

4. His word of promise is my food,
His spirit is my guide;

Thus daily is my strength renew'd
And all my wants supply'd.

5 For him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace, for him, renown;
Well may I glory in his cross,
While he prepares my crown.

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L. M. Prince of Salem. CAMPBELL

Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye.

The long-expected hour is nigh;

The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

2 See mercy from the golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold, she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair.

3 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart!
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom!

4 O Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem conies to reign.

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