I love his people and their ways,
I love with them to pray and praise,
I love the place, where he will be;
Lamb! let me ever be with thee!

Pardoning Love.

O BLESSED love! wert thou but known,
Men would enjoy a calm repose;

But as a labour of their own,

They toil, and none thy sweetness knows.

Love is that pure celestial fire,

Which Adam's spirit once enflam'd,

Ere pride and envious desire

Him into Satan's likeness fram'd.

Ere burn'd thy heart, say could'st thou love? Speak, thou great sinner, Mary, speak,

A word inflamed thy heart: what word?

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There, sinful wretch, thy pardon take.”

O love! would all submit to give

To thee the honour of the whole, Thou gladly wouldst thus all forgive, Be all in all to every soul.

The Risen Lord.

THE Prince of Life once slain for us,

Ascended up on high;

Captivity was captive led,

And Christ no more can die.

With Jesus we are crucified,
With Christ our Head we live;
The glory, first by him obtain'd
To us the Lord shall give.

His word is faithfulness and truth"Behold I quickly come,"

And faith, that counts the promise sure, Can pierce the midnight gloom.

Far spent already is the night,

In hope we hail the day
Of our beloved Lord's return,
To wipe all fears away.

Jesus at his appointed hour
In glory shall appear;

Then, fashion'd by his mighty hand,
We shall his image bear.

Thou Son of God, the heavenly man,
Head of thy ransom'd seed,

We treasure up the precious word-
"The Lord is risen indeed."

The Man of Sorrows.

Look, ye saints-the sight is glorious,—
See "the Man of Sorrows" now,
From the fight returned victorious,
Ev'ry knee to him doth bow.
Crown him! Crown him!

Crowns become the Victor's brow.

Crown the Saviour! angels, own him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of pow'r enthrone him,
While the vault of heaven rings !
Crown him! Crown him!

Crown the Saviour, "King of kings."

Sinners in derision crown'd him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim,
Saints and angels, crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his name ;
Crown him! Crown him!

Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

Hark! those bursts of acclamation,

Hark! those loud triumphant chords, Jesus takes the highest station,

O what joy the sight affords ! Crown him! Crown him!

"King of kings, and Lord of lords."

Death.

DEATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;

We may walk thro' our darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.

I could renounce my all below,

If my Creator bid;

And run, if I were call'd to go,

And die as Moses did.

Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms,

I could forget my breath,

And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.

Providence.

GOD of my life, whose gracious power
Thro' varied deaths my soul hath led,
Oft turn'd aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head.

In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,

And still direct my paths to thee.

Oft hath the sea confess'd thy power, And given me back at thy command: It could not, Lord, my life devour,

Safe in the hollow of thine hand.

Oft from the margin of the grave,

Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head; Sudden I found thee near to save:

The fever own'd thy touch, and fled.

Whither, O whither should I fly,

But to my loving Saviour's breast? Secure within thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath thy wings to rest.