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And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing, Fruits ripen round, flowers are be neath—us

blowing, 11 And, as if Man were some deserving creature,

Joys | co—ver | nature.

Oh! how longsuffering, Lord! but Thou de

lightest To win, with love, the wandering— | Thou—in |

vitest | By smiles of mercy,—not by frowns or terrors,

Man | from—his errors.

Who can resist Thy gentle call, appealing
To every generous thought and grateful |

feeling? That voice paternal—whispering, watching ever,

My | bo—som? | never!

Father and Saviour! plant within this bosom
The | seeds—of | holiness, - ll and bid them

blossom
In fragrance, and in beauty bright and vernal,

And | spring—e ternal.

Then place them in those everlasting gardens, Where angels walk, and seraphs—are the !

wardens; Where every flower that

creeps through death's dark portal ||

Be | comes-im | mortal. Amen.

15.

THOUGH I speak with the tongues of | men

and of angels, And ha—ve | no—t | charity, I am become as / sound—ing | brass, Or|-a | tink-ling | cymbal. And though I have the I gift-of prophecy, And understand all mys-teries, and-all |

knowledge; And though I have all faith, so that I could

re | mo—ve | mountains, And have not | chari-ty, | I-am | nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to | feed

the poor, And though I give my | bo-dy | to-be |

burned, And have not | charity, It | pro—fit | eth-me I nothing. Charity suffereth long, I and-is | kind : Charity envieth not; charity' vaunteth not

itself, I is-not | puff-ed | up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh | not

her own,

Is not easily provoked, I think-eth | n-o |

evil;

Rejoiceth not | in—in | iquity,
But rejoiceth | in—the truth;
Beareth all things, be | liev=eth | all things,
Hopeth | all things,—en | dur-eth | all things.

Charity ne-ver faileth ;
But whether there be prophecies, / they-

shall fail : Whether there be tongues, they-shall cease ; Whether there be knowledge, / it -- shall |

vanish—a | way.

And now abideth faith, hope, / charity,--these

three; But the greatest-of | these—is | charity.

16.

THE chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll in |

fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp

of his | ire; Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of | cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godhead

are | bow'd.

The glory! the glory! around him are | pour'd, The myriads of angels that wait-on the

Lord ; And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are

there, And all who the palm-wreaths of victory |

wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet ! the dead have all |

heard, Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd / monu

ments stirr'd : From ocean and earth, from the south pole and I

north, Lo, the vast generations of | ages—come forth.

The judgment ! the judgment! the thrones are

all | set, Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders

are | met; All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity | hangs on-his | word.

O mercy! O mercy! look down from a bove, Redeemer, on us thy sad | children,—with | love; When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked

are | driven, May our justified souls find a welcome-in heaven.

Amen!

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HYMNS.

GOD AND HIS PRAISE.

1.-L.M.

Praise ye. the Lord.

YE nations round the earth rejoice

Before the Lord your sovereign King, Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice,

With all your tongues his glory sing. The Lord is God : ’tis He alone,

Doth life, and breath, and being give : We are his work and not our own :

The sheep that on his pastures live. Enter his gates with songs of joy,

With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ

To pay your thanks and honours there.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind ;
Great is his

grace,

his

mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find

His truth from age to age endure.

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