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4 Till then I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death.

631. C. P. M. Roscoe.

The Saviour's Mission.
1 0, let your mingling voices rise,
In grateful rapture, to the skies,

And hail a Saviour's birth ;
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came,

To bless the sons of earth.
2 He came to bid the weary rest,
To heal the sinner's wounded breast, ,

To bind the broken heart;
To spread the light of truth around,
And to the world's remotest bound

The heavenly gift impart.
3 He came our trembling souls to save
From sin, from sorrow, and the grave,

And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime,

Where reigns eternal day.
4 Then let our mingling voices rise
In grateful rapture to the skies,

And hail a Saviour's birth;
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came,

To bless the sons of earth.

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632. C. M.

Watts. The Example of Christ and the Saints. 1 Give me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above-how great their joy,

And bright their glories be! 2 Once they were mourners here below,.

And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came;

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death. 4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,

For his example given;
While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven.

633. 7s. M. CowPER.

" Lovest thou me?" John xxi. 16. 1 Hark, my soul: it is the Lord;

'Tis thy Saviour: hear his word:

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, “Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2 "I delivered thee when bound,

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right ;
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 “ Cau a woman's tender care

Cease towards the child she bare ?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

Yet will I remember thee.
4 “Mine is an unchanging love,

Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon,

When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;-
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"


Love to Christ.
1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord ?

Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,

That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still

To my attentive ear ? Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat

My Saviour's voice to hear ?
3 Hast thou a lamb, in all thy flock,

I would disdain to feed ?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I fear thy cause to plead ? 4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord;

But, O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.



The Poor Way-faring Man.
1 A POOR way-faring man of grief,

Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer nay;
I had no power to ask his name,
Whither he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye, ,

That won my love, I knew not why.
2 Once when my scanty meal was spread,

He entered, -not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; He blessed, and brake,
And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel's portion then,-
And while I fed with eager haste,

The crust was manna to my taste. 3 I spied him where a fountain burst

Clear from the rock,-his strength was gone;
The livedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the sufferer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped, and returned it running o'er ;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

4 Then, in a moment, to my view

The stranger started from disguise ;
The tokens in his hands I knew,
My SAVIOUR stood before my eyes !

He spake, and my poor name he named:
“Of me thou has not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be,
Fear not, thou didst it unto me.”

636. L. M. BACHE.

" See how he loved." 1 “See how he loved !” exclaimed the Jews,

As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,

And on the theme delights to dwell.
2 See how he loved, —who travelled on,

Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,

And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, ---who, firm, yet mild,

Patient, endured the scoffing tongue;
Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled,

Or did his greatest foe a wrong.
4 See how he loved,—who never shrank

From toil or danger, pain or death;
Who all the cup of sorrow drank,

And meekly yielded up his breath.
5 Such love can we, unmoved, survey?

0, may our breasts with ardor glow,
To tread his steps, his laws obey,
And thus our warm affections show !


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