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Grafton.

all the ends of the earth. Isaiah xlv. 22.

C. M.

454 Look unto me... 2 We look and trust, we look and pray, Thou dost thy pardon give; Our bitter burden rolls away,

We look on Thee and live.

We view thy face, our Life and Hope,
God's glory there we see;

For thou, O Christ, art lifted up,
To draw all men to thee.

3 The vision of my Saviour's face

Transforms me with its charms; Nor shall I dread death's cold embrace, Within His sheltering arms; Tho' flesh may fail, and hearts may break, The moments sweetly roll; Death's pallor may o'erspread my cheek, shall fill my soul. peace 4 My opening eyes again shall see The glory of my King,

But

When, robed in immortality,

The saints awake and sing.
Then shall we gaze on him in bliss
And majesty divine;

For we shall see him as he is,
And in his likeness shine.

H., 1881.

To Jesus' name give thanks and sing,
Whose mercies never end.
Rejoice! rejoice! the Lord is King;
The King is now our Friend!

We, for his sake, count all things loss,
On earthly good look down;
And joyfully sustain the cross,

Till we receive the crown. Oh! let us stir each other up,

Our faith by works to prove, By holy, purifying hope,

And the sweet task of love.
Let all who for the promise wait,

The Holy Ghost receive;
And, raised to our unsinning state,
With God in Eden live;
Live till the Lord in glory come,

And wait his heaven to share.
He now is fitting up your home:
Go on:- we'll meet you there.

Charles Wesley, ab 1749.

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Angels' Song.

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2

once did die?"

2 In heaven they rest not day nor night,
But swell the holy song,
And, clad in robes of radiant light,
The rapturous strain prolong.
Shall I, for whom my heavenly King
Has shed his precious blood,
Be silent, while the angels sing
The glory of my God?

3 My Saviour, ere the morning dawned,
Long, long before the day,
Unto a solitary place

Went out alone to pray. I'll do as did my blessed Lord; His footsteps I will trace; I'll rise and think upon his word, And seek a throne of grace. 4 My Maker giveth songs by night, And in the morning, joy; Awake, my soul, with dawning light, In praise thy powers employ. My waking thoughts on him shall be, His praise shall tune my tongue; And to the Lamb who died for me, I'll sing my morning song.

V. 1, Ingalls' Christian Harmony, 1804. Vs. 2-4 H., 1881.

It is high time to awake. Rom. xiii. 11.

C. M.

My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.
Go to the ants! for one poor grain
See how they toil and strive;
Yet we, who have a crown to gain,-
How negligent we live.

We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;

We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;

We, for whom God, the Son, came down,
And labored for our good;
How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood.
Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, Holy Dove, our spirits fill,

And warm our frozen hearts.
Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

461
Calm on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

The heavenly host praising.
Luke ii. 13.

Her silver-mantled plains; Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there;

Ye know the grace of our Lord. 2 Cor. viii. 9.

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C. M.

Sing to the Lord who came to earth
In tenderness and grace;

A lowly child of humble birth,
To save a sinful race.

He who was rich, for us was poor,
That through his poverty,

To all eternity.

Around him heavenly glory shone,

Before the world was made;

And yet he had, while here unknown,
No place to lay his head.
Obedient unto death, he bore
For us the cross of pain,

That we might love him more and more,
And never sin again.

O lowly babe, in Bethlehem born,
We laud and worship Thee!

O Man of Sorrows, crowned with thorn!
Our Lord and Saviour be.

O risen Lord, we worship thee!

Thou King o'er death and pain,
And wait with joy thy face to see
When thou shalt come again.

Then earth, once moistened with thy tears
And crimsoned with thy blood,
Redeemed, shall shine to endless years,
The Kingdom of our God:
Then shall thy pure and holy will

In earth and heaven be done;
Thy glory all the world shall fill,—
Amen, Lord Jesus, come!

The Prince of Peace. Isa. ix. 6.

H., 1879.

C. M.

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Let saints on earth their anthems raise,
With those above, proclaim his praise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;
And crown him Prince of Peace.

Praise him who laid his glory by
For man's apostate race;

Praise him who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown him Prince of Peace.

We soon shall reach the heav'nly shore, To view his lovely face,

His name forever to adore,

And crown him Prince of Peace.
Jonathan Evans, 1784.

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Lo! what a glorious sight appears,
To our believing eyes;

The holy Jerusalem descending.
Rev. xxi. 1-10.

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

From the third heaven where God resides,-
That holy, happy place,-
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,-
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.

Men, the dear objects of his grace, And he, the loving God.

Isaac Watts, 1709.