Now let our voices join

To raise a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 See-flowers of paradise,

In rich profusion, spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See-Salem's golden spires,

In beauteous prospect, rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way,-
To him who leads the pilgrims on
To realms of endless day.

1 John 4: 8.

JERVIS.

BULFINCH.

And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.

2 But thou art not alone

In courts by mortals trod;

Nor only is the day thine own
When man draws near to God.

3 Thy temple is the arch
Of
yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Of thine eternity.

4 Lord, may that holier day

Dawn on thy servants' sight;
And purer worship may we pay
In heaven's unclouded light.

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

AWAKE, and sing the song

HAMMOND.

Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name,

2 Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power;
Sing, how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims! on the road
To Zion's city, sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,-
In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear him say,—
"Ye blessed children! come;"
Soon will he call us hence away,

And take his wanderers home.

5 There shall cach raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

DALSTON. S. P. M.

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How pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

2 Zion-thrice happy place

Adorned with wondrous grace, While walls of strength embrace thee round: In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's greater Son

Has fixed his royal throne;

He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad,
He makes the sinners sad,

And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest:
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!

5 My tongue repeats her vows,

"Peace to this sacred house!"

For here my friends and kindred dwell:
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.

Rev. 5:11.

'Tis heaven begun below

To hear Christ's praises flow In Zion, where his name is known: What will it be above

To sing redeeming love,

J. SWAIN.

And cast our crowns before his throne!

2 When we adore him there,
We shall be void of fear,

Nor faith, nor hope, nor patience need:
Love will absorb us quite,
Love, in the midst of light,
On God's eternal love shall feed.

3 Oh, what sweet company

We then shall hear and see!
What harmony will there abound!
When souls unnumbered sing
The praise of Zion's King,
Nor one dissenting voice is found!
4 With everlasting joy,

Such as will never cloy,

We shall be filled, nor wish for more;
Bright as meridian day,
Calm as the evening ray,
Full as a sea without a shore.

5 Till that blest period come,
Zion shall be my home;
And may I never thence remove,
Till from the church below
To that on high I go,

And there commune in perfect love.