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557. 78. M. 61. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
For Saturday Evening.
God has brought us on our way;
Emblem of eternal rest.
Through the week our praise demand;
May we rest this night with thee.
May we feel thy pleasure near;
all our Sabbaths prove,
10s. M. MONTGOMERY.
Death of a Minister in his Prime.
In full activity of zeal and power;
The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;
Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay
In death's embraces, ere he rose on high;
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 4 Go to the grave:-no, take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,
559. S. M. MONTGOMERY.
On the Death of an aged Minister.
Rest from thy loved employ;
Enter thy Master's joy.
He started up to hear;
He fell, but felt no fear.
It found him on the field,
Beneath his red-cross shield.
Labor and sorrow cease;
His soul is found in peace.
Praise be thy new employ;
560. 78. M. ANONYMOUS.
Let them mingle-for they must!
For the spirit's fled to God. 2 Never more shall midnight's damp
Darken round this mortal lamp;
Search this mortal countenance. 3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed,
Where the spoils of death are laid :
Of man's melancholy tomb.
Death cannot the soul imprison :
Glorious, though invisible.
Peace is there, and comfort too :
BY REV. MR. GREENWOOD.
561. S. P. M. Warts.
Going to Church. Ps. 122. 1 How pleased and blest was I To hear the people cry,
“Come, let us seek our God to-day!” Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
To bless the soul of every guest;
A thousand blessings on hinn rest !
562. C. M. Watts.
And my salvation too;
What all my foes can do.
O grant me an abode
The temples of my God.
Aud see thy beauty still;
And there inquire thy will. 4 When troubles rise and storins appear,
There may his children hide;
He makes my soul abide.
563. L. M. Watts.
God's Condescension to our Worship.
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
To tempt thy chariot downward thus? 2 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine;