2 Lord, in this House of Prayer,
Thy Word be taught;
Here ransomed souls declare
What grace hath wrought:
Here precious numbers meet,
Sitting at the Saviour's feet,
While living waters sweet

To them are brought.

3 Blest be this House of Prayer,
Lord, to thee given;
Here hearts thy mercy share,
By sorrow riven.
Oh, bless thy people dear,
And to all who gather here,
May this glad place appear
The gate of Heaven.

4 When in the House of Prayer
We meet no more;
When all our earthly care

Is ever o'er;

Oh, may we meet above,
In our Father's house of love,
And Jesus' friendship prove,
On Canaan's shore.

. D. PHELPS.

2 Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall reign:
Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main;
Hallelujah! hark! the sound,

From the centre to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies.

3 He shall reign from pole to pole,

With supreme, unbounded sway; He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away. Then the end;-beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall; Hallelujah! Christ in God, God in Christ is all in all.

MONTGOMERY.

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The Song of Jubilee. 1 Wake the song of jubilee;

BACON.

Let it echo o'er the sea;
Now is come the promised hour;
Jesus reigns with sovereign power.
All ye nations, join and sing,
"Christ, of lords and kings, is King;"
Let it sound from shore to shore;
Jesus reigns forevermore.

2 Now the desert lands rejoice,
And the islands join their voice;
Yea the whole creation sings,
"Jesus is the King of kings."

2 But her sorrows quickly fled

When she heard his welcome voice;
Christ had risen from the dead-

Now he bids her heart rejoice.
What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day;
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake,

He will wipe your tears away. 3 He who came to comfort her,

When she thought her all was lost,
Will for your relief appear,
Though you now are tempest tost.
On his arm your burden cast;

On his love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for a while may last,
But the morning brings the joy.

2 So, the dew-drops gathered here,Mites from willing childhood's hand, Shall those streams of bounty cheer, That with greenness clothe the land; With that sea of love shall blend,

Which the gospel's grace doth pour, And the name of Jesus send

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E'en to earth's remotest shore.

Christian Joy. 1 Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the father's trod; They are happy now-and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 2 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest: There your seat is now preparedThere your kingdom and reward. Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be; And we still will follow thee.

CENNICK.

1 Do not I love thee, O, my Lord ?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn the dearest idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear?

8 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

4 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord; But O! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love thee more.

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame?

1 These are the crowns that we shall wear, When all the saints are crowned; These are the palms that we shall bear On yonder holy ground.

2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white, Which we shall then put on,

When, foremost 'mong the sons of light, We sit on yonder throne.

3 That is the city of the saints,

Where we so soon shall stand,

When we shall strike these desert-tents, And quit this desert-land.

4 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain! And welcome sorrow, too!

All toil is rest, all grief is gain,

With such a prize in view.

5 Come, crown and throne; come, robe and palm;

Burst forth, glad stream of peace! Come, holy city of the Lamb!

Rise, Sun of Righteousness!

H. DONAR.

Tune- Sweet Hour of Prayer," page 14. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days! 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; "Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning-Star! bid darkness flee. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then-nor is my boasting vainTill then, I boast a Saviour slain! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.

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Tune-"Glorious Tidings," page 166. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
BOWRING.

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Love to the Church. Tune Shirland, page 153.

1 I love thy kingdom, Lord,

2

The house of thine abode,

DWIGHT

The church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

3 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

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Our Saviour and our King:

Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring.

Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

1 Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak his praise abroad.
3 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry; [ground, We're marching through Immanuel's To fairer worlds on high.