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He shall give his angels charge over thee. Matt. iv: 6.
1 Hark | hark, my soull Angelic songs are swelling

O’er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,

“Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come ;"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Angels of Jesus, etc.
3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary,

The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary,
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

Angels of Jesus, etc.
5 Angels, sing on l your faithful watches keeping;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ;
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

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A -MEN.

Rev. xxii: 1.

404 He showed me a pure river of water of life, proceeding out of the throne of God. I There is a stream whose waters rise 3 There is a people who have cast Amid the hills of Paradise,

The strife and toil away at last ; Where foot of man hath never trod, On whom — so calm their rest and Proceeding from the throne of God; sweetO give me sickness here, or strife, The sun lights not, nor any heat.

So I may reach that spring of life. Give us with them at length to be; 2 There is a rock that nigh at hand And send us here what pleaseth Thee.

Gives shadow in a weary land.
Who by that stricken rock hath rest, 4 Thou only Good I Thou only Wise !
Finds waters gushing from its Who dost so lovingly chastise
breast;

To give more strength and add more Here grant me, Lord, my wand'rings grace o'er,

Grant me Thy spirit to embrace, To rest, and drink, and thirst no The more, the more that nature faints,

The glorious portion of Thy saints.

more.

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405 Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is

very far off. Isa. xxxiii: 17. 1 There is a land of pure delight, 3. No cloud those blissful regions Where God the Saviour reigns;

know, Infinite day excludes the night, Realms ever bright and fair, 1: And pleasures banish pains.: | For sin, the source of mortal woe,

ll: Can never enter there. :/ 2 There everlasting spring abides, 4 O may the heavenly prospects fire

And never-withering flowers ; Our hearts with ardent love, Death, like a narrow sea, divides Till wings of faith and strong 1: This heavenly land from desire ours. : |

11: Bear every thought above. : |

Dox. IV. (SECOND TUNB.)

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406 God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. Rev. xxi: 4.
I Safe home, safe home in port! 3 No more the foe can harm:

Rent cordage, shattered deck, No more of leagur'd camp,
Torn sails, provisions short, And cry of night alarm,
And only not a wreck:

And need of ready lamp:
But 0 the joy upon the shore, And yet how nearly had he fail'd,
To tell our voyage perils o'er! How nearly had that foe prevailed!

4 The exile is at home! 2 The prize, the prize secure !

O nights and days of tears, The athlete nearly fell ;

O longings not to roam, Bare all he could endure,

O sins, and doubts, and fears ; And bare not always well : What matter now this bitter fray? But he may smile at troubles gone The King has wiped those tears Who sets the victor-garland on!

away. (Second Tune.)

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8 명 A-MEN.

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I Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,

Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,

Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come :
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
And I since then am His, and He is mine.

2 The good I have is from His stores supplied,

The ill is only what He deems the best;
He for my Friend, I'm rich with nought beside,

And poor without Him, though of all possessed :
Changes may come, I take, or I resign,
Content, while I am His, while He is mine.

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