To their judgment they have passed,
We like them shall die at last.

Here to Jesus we were given,
And baptized as heirs to heaven ;
Here "our Father" doth us meet;
Here, O here's his mercy seat.

In this house his people pray,
And his servant shows the way;
He is praised, his Word is read,
And his Church with manna fed.

In this house with holy fear,
Still remember God is near;
Quietness around should tell,
'Here it pleases God to dwell."

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225. Reverence in the House of God.

KEEP thy foot when thou goest to the house of God;

And be more ready to hear,

Than to give the sacrifice of fools:

For they consider not that they do evil.
Be not rash with thy mouth,

And let not thine heart be hasty

To utter anything before God:

For God is in heaven, and thou upon earth: Therefore let thy words be few.

Pay that which thou hast vowed.

Eccles. v. 1.

226. The Eye of God at Church. (L.M.) Ir is the holy house of prayer,

God's flock have met to worship there;
The cloud of angels, as of old,

Look down, and what do they behold?

You who have been to Jesus given,
Mark'd with his cross, baptized for heaven,
Forget your God in wicked play,
With idle thoughts and eyes astray !

There is a silent One unseen,

Whose piercing eye, so calm and keen,
Ranges through every aisle and pew,
Fixing his sorrowing look on you!

"Tis your Redeemer ever near;
He waits your simple prayer to hear;
But O, you mock at all his grace,
Yet you must one day see his face!

227. All things to be done decently.

I WOULD have you know,

That the Head of every man is Christ;
And the head of the woman is the man;
And the head of Christ is God.

Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered,

Dishonoureth his Head.

But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered,

Dishonoureth her head.

Let women keep silence in the churches,
For it is not permitted them to speak;
For it is a shame for women to speak in the
church. 1 Cor. xi. 3; xiv. 34, 35.

228.

Honour the Churchyard.

(7's.)

LET us all tread gently here,
For this dust to God is dear;
And we walk o'er many a head
Lowly in its narrow bed.

In the churchyard's holy ground,
Christian dust is all around;
Every lump of earth we see,
Once had life as well as we.

Here we will not jump nor play,
Let all noise keep far away;
When the trumpet shakes the skies,
All this dust shall live and rise.

Here some loving father sleeps,
While at home his orphan weeps!
Here some babe is turned to clay,
From its mother snatched away.

Here are brothers, sisters dear,
Who their happy homes did cheer!
Let us always, as we tread,

Think of the tears that have been shed.

229. The Resurrection of the dry bones.

AND he said unto me:

Son of Man can these | bo'nes | live? And I answered, O Lord | God, thou | knowest :

Again he said unto me, Prophe | sy upon these bones.

And as I prophesied, there was a noise, and be hold a | shaking:

And the bones came together | bone to | hi's bone.

And when I be held:

Lo, the sinews and the | flesh came up. on them.

And the skin covered | them above:
But there was no breath | in them.
Then said he un to me:

Prophesy unto the wind | prophesy.
So I prophesied as he command · eď | me :
And the breath came in to them and ·
they lived,

And stood upon their | feet:
An exceeding great army.

230.

Ezek. xxxvii. 3-10.

The Place is Holy Ground. (7's.)

SERVANTS of the Lord most high,
Reverence the house of God,
And respect the dead that lie
Underneath the church-yard sod.

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In his house, though none may see,
Always let your head be bare;
Quiet, thoughtful, serious be,
For God's honour dwelleth there.

'Tis a grief to see a child
O'er the dead regardless play,
Trampling those, in folly wild,
Who shall rise at judgment day.

There's an eye in every place,
Watches all that's done or said;
There's a day when you must face
All that dust that now lies dead!

SPREADING THE KINGDOM OF CHRIST.

231. Bp. Heber's Missionary Hymn. (7.6.)
FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain!

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile: