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2 0 happy bond, that seals my vows

To Him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house,

While to that sacred shrine I move.

3 'T is done; the great transaction's done;

I am my Lord's, and He is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine.

Philip Doddridge.

251 Talmar. 8s, 7s.

ISAAC B. WOODBURY.

1. Take my heart, 0 Fa-ther, take it; Make and keep it all Thine own;

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· Let thy Spir-it melt and break it-This proud heart of sin and stone. A - MEN.

2 Father, make me pure and lowly,

Fond of peace and far from strife; Turning from the paths unholy

Of this vain and sinful life.

3 May the blood of Jesus heal me,

And my sins be all forgiven;
Holy Spirit, take and seal me,

Guide me in the path to heaven.

252 Naomi. C. M.

Arr. from HANS G. NAEGELI, by LOWELL MASON.

1. Fa-ther, what-e'er of

earthly bliss Thy sov-'reign will de - nies,

Ac-cept-ed at Thy throne of grace, Let this pe- ti - tion rise:

A-MEN.

254 Tune:WEBB. No. 277.

2“Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,

And make me live to Thee. 3 “Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end."

1 The morning light is breaking;

The darkness disappears;
The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears;
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar,
Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion's war.

Anne Steel.

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1 There is an eye that never sleeps

Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,

When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires,

When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,

When earthly loves decay. 3 But there's a power which man can wield

When mortal aid is vain,
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,

That listening ear to gain. 4 That power is prayer, which soars on high,

Through Jesus to the throne; And moves the band which moves the world, To bring salvation down.

James E. Wallace.

2 See heathen nations bending

Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,

The gospel call obey,
And seek the Saviour's blessing-

A nation in a day.

3 Blest river of salvation!

Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not till all the lowly

Triumphant reach their home:
Stay not till all the holy
Proclaim- "The Lord is come!”

Samuel F. Smith, 1832.

255 Retreat. L. M.

THOMAS HASTINGS.

1. From ev - ’ry storm-y wind that blows, From ev -'ry swell-ing tide of woes,

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There is

a calm, a sure retreat-Tis found beneath the mercy - seat.

A-MEN.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, The oil of gladness on our heads,

And sin and sense molest no more, A place, than all besides, more sweet And heaven comes down our souls to greet, It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 3 There is a scene, where spirts blend, O let my hand forget her skill, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; My tongue be silent, cold and still, Though sundered far, by faith they meet This bounding heart forget to beat, Around one common mercy-seat. If I forget Thy mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell.

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257 1 What various hindrances we meet 1 My God, is any hour so sweet, In coming to a mercy-seat!

From blush of morn to evening star, Yet who that knows the worth of prayer

As that which calls me to Thy feet, But wishes to be often there?

The calm and holy hour of prayer? 2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds with- 2 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, [draw; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Gives exercise to faith and love,

Then dost Thou cheer my solitude, Brings every blessing from above.

With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 3 No words can tell what sweet relief Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright; There for my every want I find; And Satan trembles when he sees What strength for warfare, balm for grief, The weakest saint upon his knees.

What deep and cheerful peace of mind! 4 Have you no words? ah! think again; 4 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, Words flow apace when you complain, No privilege so dear shall be, And fill a fellow-creature's ear

As thus my inmost soul to pour
With the sad tale of all your care.

In faithful, filial prayer to Thee.
William Cowper.

Charlotte Elliott,

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260 Ortonville, C. M.

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2 No mortal can with Him compare,

For me He bore the shameful cross, Among the sons of men;.

And carried all my grief. Fairer is He than all the fair

4 To Him I owe my life and breath, That fill the heavenly train.

And all the joys I have; 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He makes me triumph over death, And flew to my relief;

And saves me from the grave.

Samuel Stennett. 261 Nettleton, 8s, 7s. D.

JOHN WYETH.

FINE.

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Come, Thou Fount of ev-'ry bless - ing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

D.C.-Praise the mount; I'm fixed up-on it; Mount of Thy re- deem-ing love.

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D. C.

Teach me some me-lo-dious sonnet, Sung by flam-ing tongues a-bove: A - MEN.

2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer;

Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

3 0 to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for Thy courts above.

Robert Robinson.

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