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If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of ruined earth and sinful man,
How glorious must the mansion be
Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee!
66. C. M.

Victory over Death,
1 0 FOR an overcoming faith

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,

And all his frightful powers.
2 Joyful with all the strength I have,

My quivering lips should sing,
· Where is thy boasted victory, grave ?

And where the monster's sting?' 3 Now to the God of victory

Immortal'thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors, while we die,

Through Christ our living head.
67. P. M.

: The Lord is my Helper.'
1 OFT as I look upon the road
That leads to yonder blessed abode,

I feel distressed and fearful :
So many foes the passage throng,
I ain so weak, and they so strong,

How can my soul be cheerful !
2 But when I think of him whose power
Can save me in a trying hour,

And place on him reliance,
My soul is then ashamed of fear;
And though ten thousand foes appear,

I bid them all defiance.
3 The dangerous road I then pursue,
And keep the glorious prize in view;

With joyful hope elated :
Strong in the Lord, in him alone,
Where he conducts, I follow on,

With ardour unabated.
4 O Lord, each day renew my strength,
And let me see thy face at length,

With all thy people yonder :

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The Land of the Blest. -
1 O, WHEN the hours of life are past,

And death's dark shade arrives at last,
It is not sleep, it is not rest;

'Tis glory opening to the blest.
2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin,

And Christ shall there receive them in:
There each shall wear a robe of light,

Like his, divinely fair and bright.
3 There, parted hearts again shall meet,

In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There, grief find rest; and never more

Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
4 There, angels will unite their prayers

With spirits bright and blest as theirs ;
And light shall glance on every crown

From suns that never more go down.
5 No storm shall ride the troubled air;

No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh

Of evening gales, that breathe, and die. 6 For there the God of mercy sheds

His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.



C. M.


The Family Altar. 1 Food, raiment, dwelling, health, and friends,

Thou, Lord, hast made our lot; With thee our bliss begins and ends,

As we are thine, or not.

2 For these we bend the humble knee,

Our thankful spirits bow ;
Yet from thy gifts we turn to thee;

Be thou our portion — THOU!

70. 8 & 7s M. C. WESLEY.

For Domestic Worship. 1 PEACE be to this habitation ;

Peace to all that dwell therein;
Peace the earnest of salvation ;

Peace, the fruit of pardoned sin;
Peace, that speaks the heavenly Giver,

Peace, to worldly minds unknown;
Peace divine that lasts forever ;

Peace, that comes from God alone. 2 Jesus, Prince of Peace, be near us,

Fix in all our hearts thy home;
With thy gracious presence cheer us;

Let thy sacred kingdom come;
Raise to heaven our expectation,

Give our favoured souls to prove
Glorious and complete salvation,

In the realms of bliss above.

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Pious Education of Children.- Ps. 78. 1 LET children hear the mighty deeds

Which God performed of old; Which in our younger years we saw,

And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known;

His works of power and grace ;
And we'll convey his wonders down,

Through every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,

And they again to theirs ;
That generations yet unborn

May teach them to their heirs
4 Thus shall they learn in God alone

Their hope securely stands;
That they may ne'er forget his works,

But practise his commands.


The Sabbath. In the Fanily. 1 Now may the Spirit's holy fire,

Descending from above,
His waiting family inspire

With joy, and peace, and love.
2 Wake, heavenly wind, arise, and come,

Blow on the drooping field ;
Our spices then shall breathe perfume

And fragrant incense yield.
3 Touch with a living coal the lip

That shall proclaim thy word,
And bid us all devoutly keep

Attention to the Lord.

73. C. M. C. WESLEY.

The Sabbath. Private Prayers.
May I throughout this day of thine

Be in thy Spirit, Lord ;
Spirit of humble fear divine,

That trembles at thy word;
Spirit of faith, my heart to raise

And fix on things above; Spirit of sacrifice and praise,

Of holiness and love.

74. L. M. Watts.

The Church is the Garden of God. — Ps. 92. 1 LORD, 't is a pleasant thing to stand

In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen

Like a young cedar, fresh and green.
2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,

Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,

Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live;

(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Time, that doth all things else impair,

Still makes them flourish strong and fair, 4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew

The Lord is holy, just and true ;

None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

75. 7s M.

A Day in the Courts of the Lord.
1 To thy temple I repair ;

Lord, I love to worship there;
Abba! Father! give me grace,

In thy courts to seek thy face.
2 While thy glorious praise is sung,

Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless

Thee, the Lord my righteousness.
3 While the prayers of saints ascend,

God of love, to mine attend;

for thy Spirit pleads,
Hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 While I hearken to thy law,

Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy gospel bring to me

Life and immortality.
5 While thy ministers proclaim

Peace and pardon in thy name,
Through their voice, by faith may

Hear thee speaking from the sky.
6 From thy house, when I return,

May my heart within me burn,
And at evening let me say,
-I have walked with God today.


C. M.

WATTS. The Church is our Delight and Safety. Ps. 27. 1 The Lord of glory is my light,

And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.
3 One privilege my heart desires :

O! grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,

The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,

And see thy beauty still ;

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