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HAPPINESS. 11s & 9s.

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729. lls & 9s.

1. On! how happy are they,

Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasures above!
O what tongue can express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2. It was heaven below

My Redeemer to know!

And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

3. O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possess'd,
I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fullness of God.

4. Then, all the day long,

Was my Jesus my song,

And redemption through faith in His name;
O that all might believe,
And salvation receive,

And their song and their joy be the same.

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1. O THOU, in whose presence
My soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call,
My comfort by day,
And my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

2. Where dost Thou, dear Shepherd,
Resort with Thy sheep,

To feed them in pastures of love;
Say, why in the valley
Of death should I weep,
Or alone in this wilderness rove.

3. O! why should I wander
An alien from Thee,

Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when
My sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4. Ye daughters of Zion, Declare, have you seen The star that on Israel shone?

Say, if in your tents

My Beloved has been,

And where with His flocks He is gone?

5. Love sits in His eyelids,
And scatters delight

Through all the bright mansions on high!
Their faces the cherubims

Veil in His sight,

And tremble with fullness of joy.

6. He looks! and ten thousands
Of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for His words;
He speaks! and eternity,
Filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

7. Dear Shepherd! I hear, and
Will follow Thy call;

I know the sweet sound of Thy voice;
Restore and defend me,

For Thou art my all,
And in Thee I will ever rejoice.

RETREAT. L. M.

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T. HASTINGS.

of woes, There

cy-seat.

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1. FROM every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
"Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2. There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place of all on earth most sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3. There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sundered far, by faith we meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin becloud no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5. Oh! let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

734. L. M.

STOWELL.

1. ALL mortal vanities, be gone,
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, amidst the eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears!

2. Lo. He receives a sealed book

From Him that sits upon the throne!
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark decrees and things unknown!
3. All the assembling saints around

Fall worshiping before the Lamb,
And in new songs of gospel sound

Address their honors to His name.

1. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine;
My temple, Lord, that arch of Thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.
2. My choir shall be the moon-lit waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea.
E'en more than music, breathes of Thee.
3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like Thy throne;
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.
4. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I can read, in words of flame,
The glories of Thy wondrous name.

5. There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of Thy Deity.

6. There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace Thy love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again.

MOORE

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2. Son of the Father! Lord most high!
How glad is he who feels Thee nigh!
Come in Thy hidden majesty;
Fill us with love, fill us with Thee.

3. Jesus is from the proud concealed,
But evermore to babes revealed,
Through Him, unto the Father be
Glory and praise eternally.

737. L. M.

1. Nor seldom, clad in radiant vest, Deceitfully goes forth the morn; Not seldom evening in the west

Sinks sweetly, smilingly forsworn.

2. The smoothest seas will sometimes prove, To the confiding bark, untrue; And if she trust the stars above,

They can be false and treacherous too. 3. The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread, Full oft, when storms the welkin rend, Draws lightnings down upon the head It promised surely to defend.

4. But Thou art true, incarnate Lord,

Who didst vouchsafe for man to die;
Thy smile is sure, Thy plighted word
No change can break or falsify.

5. I bent before Thy gracious throne,

And asked for peace with suppliant
knee;

And peace was given,-nor peace alone,
But faith, and hope, and ecstasy!

WORDSWORTH.

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1. WHEN groves by moonlight silence keep, And winds the vexed waves release, And fields are hushed, and cities sleep,Lord, is not that the hour of peace?

2. When infancy at evening tries,

By turns to climb each parent's knees, And gazing, meets their raptured eyes: Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 3. In golden pomp, when autumn smiles, And hill and dale, its rich increase By man's full barns, exulting piles: Lord, is not that the hour of peace? 4. When mercy points where Jesus pleads, And faith beholds Thine anger cease, And hope to black despair succeeds: This, Father, this alone is peace!

739. L. M.

GISBORNE.

1. FAR from my thoughts, vain world! be
Let my religious hours alone: [gone,
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord! from Thee.

2. My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3. Blest Saviour! what delicious fare-
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4. Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In Thee Thy Father's glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!

WATTS.