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559 satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Ps. xc : 14
I The roseate hues of early dawn, O for a heart that never sins,

The brightness of the day, O for a soul washed white, The crimson of the sunset sky, 11:0 for a voice to praise our King,

How fast they fade away: Nor weary day or night ! :// O for the pearly gates of heav'n!

3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, O for the golden floor !

And grace to lead us higher ; 11:0 for the Sun of Righteousness ! But there are perfectness and peace, That setteth nevermore 1:||

Beyond our best desire :

O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, O by Thy life laid down,

How fast they tire and faint: ||:Grant that we fall not from Thy How many a spot defiles the robe

grace,
That wraps an earthly saint: Nor cast away our crown 1:||

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3 There is a spot where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet

Around one common mercy-seat.

There, there, on eagles' wings we soar,

And time and sense seem all no more ;
And heaven comes down, our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

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1 O what their joy and their glory must be,

Those heav'nly Sabbaths the blessed ones see !
Crown for the valiant ; to weary ones rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blest.

2 Truly "Jerusalem" name we that shore,

Vision of peace that brings joy evermore!
Wish and contentment can be severed ne'er,
Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.

3. We, where no trouble distraction can bring,
Safely the anthems of Sion shall sing;
Vhile for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise

y blessèd people shall evermore raise.

4 Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,

We for that country must yearn and must sigh,
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
Through our long exile on Babylon's strand.

5 Low before Him with our praises we fall,

Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all ;
Whose Love is the Father, whose Wisdom the Son;
Whose Spirit the Life wherein lives every one.

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562

Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people. Ps. lxxvii : 15.

1 0 Jesus, Saviour of the lost,

My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow toss'd,

I seek Thy sheltering grace.

2 Forgive me guilty, Lord, I cry:

Pursued by foes, I come;
O save me tempted, or I die;

A wand'rer, take me home.

3 There safe in Thine almighty arms,

Let storms come on amain,
No more I fear their dread alarms

Where Thou, O Lord, dost reign.

Dox.I.

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