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Love never fails: though knowledge cease, Though prophecies decay,

Love, Christian love, shall still increase, Shall still extend her sway.

4 How dimly, through life's shadowy glass, We strain our infant eyes!

Soon shall the earth-born vapours pass,
And light unclouded rise.

Then hope shall sink in changeless doom,
Then faith's bright race be o'er ;
But thou, Eternal Love, shalt bloom
More glorious than before.

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FATHER, I may not ask for less

Give me the bond of perfectness; The highest grace of all the threeEnduring, heavenly charity:

2 Who, when she sees the sufferer bleed, Heedless of name, or sect, or creed, Comes with prompt hand and look benign To bathe his wounds in oil and wine.

3 Thinking no evil, sin she hides,

And soothes and pities while she chides;
She lends an ear to every cry,
And asks no plea but misery.

4 Her tender mercies freely fall,
Like heaven's refreshing dews on all,
Encircling in their wide embrace
Her friends, her foes, the human race.

5 Nor bounded by the earth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown,
And this her highest glory given,
To lead the wanderers back to heaven.

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HY neighbour? It is he whom thou
Hast power to aid and bless :
Whose aching head or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.

2 Thy neighbour? "Tis the fainting poor
Whose eye with want is dim,

Whom hunger sends from door to door-
Go thou and succour him.

3 Thy neighbour? "Tis that weary man
Whose years are at their brim,

Bent low with sickness, care, and pain-
Go thou, and comfort him.

4 Thy neighbour? "Tis that heart bereft
Of every earthly gem;

Widow and orphan helpless left-
Go thou and shelter them.

5 Thy neighbour? Yonder toiling slave,
Fettered in thought and limb;

Whose thoughts are all beyond the grave-
Go thou and ransom him.

6 Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Less favoured than thine own,
Remember, 'tis thy neighbour worm,
Thy brother, or thy son.

7 O pass not heedless-pass not on;
Perhaps thou canst redeem

The breaking heart from misery;.
Go, share thy lot with him.

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Rev. ii. 2.

L. M.

10, labour on; spend and be spent,→→ Thy joy to do thy Father's will;

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It is the way the Master went,
Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought,
All earthly loss is heavenly gain:
Men heed thee not, men praise thee not
The Master praises; what are men?
3 Go, labour on; enough, enough,
If Jesus praise thee, if He deign
To notice e'en thy willing mind,
No toil for Him shall be in vain.

4 Go, labour on; thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down;
Yet falter not,-the prize is near,

The throne, the kingdom, and the crown.

5 Go, labour on, while it is day;

The long dark night is hastening on ; Speed, speed thy work,-up from thy sloth,

It is not thus that souls are won.

6 See thousands dying at your side,

Your brethren, kindred, friends of home; See millions perishing afar,

Haste, brethren, to the rescue come.

7 Toil on, toil on; rebuke, exhort,
Be wise the souls of men to win ;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Entreat, compel them to come in.

8 Toil on, toil on; thou soon shalt find
For labour rest, for exile home;

Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,

The midnight peal, "Behold, I come."

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HAIL! holy martyrs, glorious names,

Who nobly once for Jesus stood; Rejoiced and clapped your hands in flames, And dared to seal the truth with blood.

2 Strong in the Lord, divinely strong,Prisons and tortures ye defied;

Demons and men, a gazing throng,

Ye braved, and more than conquering died. 3 Father, though storms on storms appear Let not our faith forego her hold; Deliver us from craven fear,

And make us steadfast, firm, and bold. 4 Out of our weakness make us strong, Arm us as in the ancient days,

Loose in Thy cause each stammering tongue,

And perfect e'en in us Thy praise.

5 Come, holy, holy, holy Lord;

O Father, Son, and Spirit, come;
Be mindful of Thy changeless word,
And make the faithful soul Thy home.
6 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake,
In us Thy glorious self reveal;
Let us Thy sevenfold gifts partake,
Let us Thy mighty working feel.
7 If we can witness, Lord, for Thee,
Let us despise our fleeting breath;
Give us the opening heaven to see,
And make us faithful unto death.

HIS SPIRITUAL JOYS.

606 Psalm lxxxvii. 7. C. M.

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1 MY God, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades if He appear,
My dawning is begun ;

He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And He my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shews His heart is mine,
And whispers, I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way
To embrace my dearest Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqueror through.

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we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God;

But children of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.

The God who rules on high,

And thunders when He please,

Who rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;

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This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love;

He shall send down His heavenly powers
To carry us above.

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