2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell!
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened Paradise!

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4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once He died, our souls to save: Where thy victory, boasting Grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ has led, Follow our exalted Head;

1 The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord;

She is His new creation

By water and the word:

From heaven He came and sought her,
To be His holy bride;

With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.

2 Elect from every nation

Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation

One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.

Made like Him, like Him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Charles Wesley.

No. 198.

3 'Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.

4 Yet she on earth hath union

With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won:
Oh, happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.
Samuel J. Stone, 1863.

GEORGE J. ELVEY.

2 Crown Him the Lord of love!
Behold His hands and side,-
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends His wondering eye At mysteries so bright.

3 Crown Him the Lord of life!

Who triumphed o'er the grave; Who rose victorious to the strife For those He came to save;

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His glories now we sing,

Who died and rose on high, Who died eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of heaven,

One with the Father known,

One with the Spirit through Him given
From yonder glorious throne!
To Thee be endless praise,

For Thou for us hast died;
Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
Adored and magnified.

Matthew Bridges.

203 Tune.-AVON. No. 197.

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His by sovereign right:
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright.

With all its grace is giyen; Their name an everlasting name,

Their joy-the joy of heaven.

4 The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him; His people's hope, His people's wealth, Their everlasting theme.

Thomas Kelly.

204 Mercy. 7s.

Arr. from LOUIS M. GOTTSCHALK.

207 Ortonville. C. M.

THOMAS HASTINGS.

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2 Look-how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Father, and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate,

Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts.

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1 Spirit Divine! attend our prayer,
And make our hearts Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious power:
Come, Holy Spirit, come!

2 Come as the light: to us reveal
Our sinfulness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame:

Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;

Shed richly on our fruitless souls
Thy fertilizing power.

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace;

And make the great salvation known
Wide as the humar race.

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Andrew Reed.

Tune:-FEDERAL STREET.

1 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above: Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide! O'er every thought and step preside. 2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose Thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart.

3 Lead us to holiness-the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the Living Way,
Nor let us from His precepts stray.

4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
To be with Him for ever blest;
Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share-
Fulness of joy for ever there!

Simon Browne.

HENRY K. OLIVER.

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2 0 lovely attitude! He stands

With melting heart and laden hands: O matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. 3 But will He prove a friend indeed?

He will; the very friend you need: The friend of sinners-yes, 't is He, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Admit Him, ere His anger burn; His feet, departed, ne'er return; Admit Him, or the hour's at hand You'll at His door rejected stand. Joseph Gregg.

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1 God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumber lie?
2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?

3 God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?

He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet! I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay: Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Jane Borthwick, tr.

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1 Haste, traveler, haste! the night comes
And many a shining hour is gone; [on,
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest.
2 O far from home thy footsteps stray;
Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way,
And Christ the Light; thy setting sun
Sinks ere thy morning is begun.

3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;

The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, nor refuge near.

4 Then linger not in all the plain,
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way,

William B. Collyer,