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HYMN 420. L. M. BARBAULD.

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Chatham, Nantwich.

OW blest the sacred tie that binds, In union sweet, according minds ! How swift the heav'nly course they run, Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one! 2 To each, the soul of each how dear! What jealous love, what holy fear! How doth the gen'rous flame within Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin! 3 Their streaming eyes together flow, For human guilt and mortal wo; Their ardent pray'rs together rise, Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 4 Together oft they seek the place, Where God reveals his awful face ;At length they meet in realms above, A heav'n of joy-because of love.

HYMN 421. C. M.

St. Martin's, Mear.

DODDRIDGE.

Asking the way to Zion. Jer. 1. 5.

I That leads to Zion's hill,
[NQUIRE, ye pilgrims. for the way,

And thither set your steady face,

With a determin'd will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,

Your pious march to join ;

And spread the sentiments you feel
Of faith and love divine,

3 Oh, come, and to his temple haste,
And seek his favor there;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour your fervent pray'r!

4 Oh, come, and join your souls to God In everlasting bands;

Accept the blessings he bestows,
With thankful hearts and hands.

HYMN 422. L. M.

KELLY.

Bath, Portugal.

Heb. xiii. 14.

W This may distress the worldly

"E'VE no abiding city here"

mind;

But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.
"We've no abiding city here".

Sad truth were this to be our home: But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come." 3 "We've no abiding city here"Then let us live as pilgrims do; Let not the world our rest appear; But let us haste from all below.

4 "We've no abiding city here"-
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.

HYMN 423. C. M.

BARBAULD.

Barby, Rochester, Clarendon.

UR country is Immanuel's ground,
We seek that promis'd soil:

The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears;

Yet nought but heav'n our hopes can raise, And nought but sin our fears.

3 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away

In ecstacies of love;

And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.

4 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run ;

But while we die to earth and sense
Our heav'n is here begun.

REJOICING IN A REVIVAL.

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HYMN 424. L. M. NEWTON.

WH

Bath, Moreton.

HILE I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say— "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.

2 "Tho' for a time I hid my face,
Rely upon my love and pow'r :
Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.

3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray❜r,
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord, I obey,-my hopes revive ;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing ;
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 425.

C. M.

NEEDHAM.

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Clifford, Clarendon.

Luke xv. 10.

OH, how divine, how sweet the joy,

When but one sinner turns,

And with a humble, broken heart,

His sins and errors mourns!

2 Pleas'd with the news the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.

3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan;

Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.

4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:

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"The sinner lost is found," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.

HOM

Clifford, Springfield.

Great joy in that city. Acts. viii. 8.
[OW much the drooping hearts revive
Of those who fear the Lord;
When sinners dead are made alive
By his reviving word!

2 The ministers of Christ rejoice,
When souls receive the word-
When ransom'd sinners hear his voice,
Return and love the Lord.

3 The church of God their praises join,
And of salvation sing;
They glorify the grace divine
Of their victorious King.

4 In heav'n above, th' angelic throng
Around the throne rejoice;

But sinners sav'd should swell the songTM
With loudest-sweetest voice.

Rochester, Clarendon.

ONVINC'D of sin, men now begin
To call upon the Lord;

Tre nbling they pray, and mourn the day
In which they scorn'd his word.

2 Young converts sing, and praise their King, And bless God's holy name;