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3-Come as the fire, and purge our hearts

Like sacrificial flame;

Let our whole souls an offering be

To our Redeemer's name.

4-Come as the dew,-and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour ;

May barren minds be taught to own
Thy fertilizing power.

5-Come as the dove,-and spread Thy wings, The wings of peaceful love ;

And let the Church on earth become
Blest as the Church above.

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1—If God is mine, then present things,
And things to come are mine;

Yea Christ, His Word, and Spirit too,
And glory all divine.

2-If He is mine, then from His love
He every trouble sends ;

All things are working for my good,
And bliss His rod attends.

C.M.

3-If He is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble power,
And foe repel.

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4-If He is mine, let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honour flee,-
Sure He who giveth me Himself,
Is more than these to me.

5-If He is mine, I'll boldly pass

Through death's dark, gloomy vale;

He is a solid comfort, when

All other comforts fail.

6-0 tell me, Lord, that Thou art mine;
What can I wish beside ?

My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.

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1-Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th' eternal throne,

Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

C.M..

2-Life's poor distinctions vanish here ;-
To-day the young, the old,

Our Saviour and His flock appear,
One Shepherd and one fold.

3—Toil, trial, suffering still await
On earth the pilgrim throng;

Yet learn we in our low estate
The Church triumphant's song.

4-Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain!
Cry the redeem'd above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

5-Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing, Who died our souls to save ; Henceforth, O death, where is thy sting? Thy victory, O grave?

6-Then hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven!

MONTGOMERY.

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1—A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour pass'd;

A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

2-That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place
Save only in the grave.

3-Such was our Lord,

and shall we fear

The cross, with all its scorn?

Or love a faithless, evil world,

That wreath'd His brow with thorn?

4-No! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him obedient still,

C.M.

We homeward press through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.

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Luke xxii. 42.

C.M.

in one,

1—One prayer I have,—all prayers When I am wholly Thine,

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,

And let that will be mine.

2—All-wise, Almighty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3—May I remember, that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back in gratitude from me
May all Thy bounties flow.

4-Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;

Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.

5-And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?

No! let me bless Thy name and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

6-A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possess'd;

And all must fail when I

For this is not my rest.

go home,

7-Write but my name upon the roll

Of Thy redeem'd above;

Then, heart and mind and strength and soul,
I'll love Thee for Thy love.

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