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4 There is joy in Heaven!
There is joy in Heaven!

When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul, by grace subdued,
Sobs its prayer of gratitude

Then is there joy in Heaven!

DEVOUT ASPIRATIONS AND AFFECTIONS.

38. C. M.

MRS STEELE.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven then let me lift my eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 When strong temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside;
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

And never let me go astray
From happiness and thee.

39.

L. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

The Soul panting for God.

1 As, panting in the sultry beam,

The hart desires the cooling stream,

So to thy presence, Lord, I flee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste thy living grace,
And see thy glory, face to face.

2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear;
And silent memory weeps alone

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

3 For I have walked the happy round
That circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swelled the choral lays
That hymned my great Creator's praise,
What time the hallowed arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to him in every pain,

Whom suppliants never sought in vain -
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day,

Thy hope, when joy has passed away.

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2 But to Mount Zion we are come,
The city of the living God,
Jerusalem, our heavenly home,
The courts by angel-legions trod,
Where meet in everlasting love
The Church of the first born above:

3 To God, the judge of quick and dead,
The perfect spirits of the just,

Jesus, our new great covenant Head,
The blood of sprinkling from the dust,
That better things than Abel's cries,
And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice.

4 O hearken to the healing voice,

That speaks from heaven in tones so mild;
Today are life and death our choice ;
Today, through mercy reconciled,
Our all to God we yet may give;
Now let us hear his voice and live.

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1 THE lands that long in darkness lay
Now have beheld a heavenly light;
Nations, that sat in death's cold shade
Are blest with beams divinely bright.
2 The virgin's promised Son is born!
Behold the expected Child appear!
What shall his names or titles be?
'The Wonderful, the Counsellor !'
3 The government of earth and seas
Upon his shoulders shall be laid;
His wide dominions shall increase,
And honours to his name be paid.

4 Jesus, the holy Child, shall sit
High on his father David's throne;
Shall crush his foes beneath his feet,
And reign to ages yet unknown.

24.

6

L. M.

BP. HEBER.

• Hosanna to the Son of David.'

1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry!

Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die!

O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin!

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;

Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign!

25.

L. M.

SIR J. E. SMITH.

Lo, it is I; be not afraid.'

1 WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven, To every heart in sunder riven,

When love and joy and hope are fled, 'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

4 When men with fiend-like passions rage,
And foes yet fiercer foes engage,

Blest be the voice, though still and small,
That hispers, God is over all.

5 God calms the tumult and the storm,
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.

6 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

26.

L. M.

THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.

• Abide with us, for it is towards Evening.'
1 "Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
5 In darkness and in weariness

The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
3 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

4 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold,
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I thee discern.

5 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

6 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

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‹ Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.

1 COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,

Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb:
Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.

3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest;
Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.

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