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271 Beecher. 8s, 7s. D.
1. Love di - vine, all love ex- cel - ling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down! 2. Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spir - it In - to ev - ’ry troub-led breast!
Fix in us Thy hum - ble dwell-ing, All Thy faith-ful mer - cies crown. D.S.–Vis-it US with Thy sal - va - tion, En - ter ev -'ry trem-bling heart. Let us
in Thee in - her - it, Let us find the prom-ised rest. D.S.-End of faith, as its be - gin-ning, Set our hearts at
lib - er
Je-sus, Thou art all com-pas-sion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
3 Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy grace receive! Suddenly return, and never,
Never more Thy temples leave:
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Glory in Thy perfect love.
4 Finish then Thy new creation,
Pure and spotless may we be:
Perfectly secured by Theel
Till in heaven we take our place;
272 1 God is love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes and woe He lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love. Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move; But His mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom
His brightness stream-
Hope and comfort from above;
273 Loving-Kindness. L. M.
2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
He near my soul has always stood: Yet loved me notwithstanding all; His loving-kindness, O how good! He saved me from my lost estate: His loving-kindness, o how great!
4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
Soon all my mortal powers must fail: 3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, O may my last expiring breath Has gathered thick ard thundered loud, His loving-kindness sing in death!
Samuel Medley. 274 St. Margaret. 8s, 6.
ALBERT L. PEACE.
A to - ken of His love He gives, A pledge of lib - er - ty.
A - MEN.
276 2 I find Him lifting up my head; 1 0 what a blessed hope is ours! He brings salvation near:
While here on earth we stay, His presence makes me free indeed, We more than taste the heavenly powers, And He will soon appear.
And antedate that day. 3 He wills that I should holy be: 2 We feel the resurrection near, Who can withstand His will?
Our life in Christ concealed, The counsel of His grace in me
And with His glorious presence here He surely shall fulfil.
Our earthen vessels filled. 4 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word: 30 would He all of heaven bestow! I steadfastly believe
Then like our Lord we'll rise;
To take the glorious prize.
Tune:-ST. MARGARET. 20 Light that followest all my way, 3 0 Joy that seekest me through pain,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee; I cannot close my heart to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, I trace the rainbow through the rain, That in Thy sunshine’s glow, its day And feel the promise is not vain May brighter, fairer be.
That morn shall tearless be.
I dare not ask to fly from Thee:
279 Duke Street. L. M.
1. Je-sus shall reign wher-e'er the sun Does his suc-ces-sive jour - neys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. AMEN.
2 To Him shall endless prayer be made, And infant voices shall proclaim
And endless praises crown His head; Their early blessings on His name.
4 Blessings abound where’er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; 3 People and realms of every tongue The weary find eternal rest, Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And all the sons of want are blest.
Isaac Watts. 280 Missionary Chant. L. M.
HEINRICH C. ZEUNER.
2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thy willing heart to mark and cheer:
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; No toil for Him shall be in vain. Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; The Master praises,-what are men?
For toil comes rest, for exile home; 3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, If He shall praise thee if He deign The midnight peal: “Behold, I come!"