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HYMN 419.

C. M.

Miller.

Colchester. Clarendon. Washington.

Fellowship. Col. i. 2.

1 OUR souls, by love together knit, Cemented, mix'd in one,

One hope, one heart, one mind, ore voice, 'Tis heav'n on earth begun.

2 Our hearts have often burn'd within,
And glow'd with sacred fire,
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest,
And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire.

3 The little cloud increases still,

The heav'ns are big with rain;
We haste to catch the teeming show'r,
And all its moisture drain.

4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows!
But pour a mighty flood;

Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth,
Till all proclaim thee God.

5 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And set'st thy starry crown;
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,
Proclaim'd by thee thine own;

6 May we, a little band of love,
We sinners, sav'd by grace,
From glory unto glory chang'd,
Rehold thee face to face.

HYMN 420.

L. M.

Barbauld.

Chatham. Nantwich

1 HOW blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heav'nly course they run,
Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one
2 To each, the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the gen'rous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!
3 Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt and mortal wo;
Their ardent pray'rs together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4 Together oft they seek the place,
Where God reveals his awful face;-
At length they meet in realms above,
A heav'n of joy-because of love.

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St. Martin's. Mear.

Doddridge.

Asking the way to Zion. Jer. 50. 5. 1 INQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way, That leads to Zion's hill,

And thither set your steady face,
With a determin'd will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,
Your pious march to join;

And spread the sentiments you feel
Of faith and love divine.

3 Oh, come, and to his temple haste, And seek his favor there; Before his footstool humbly bow,

And pour your fervent pray'r!

4 Oh, come, and join your souls to GodIn everlasting bands;

Accept the blessings he bestows,
With thankful hearts and hands.

HYMN 422.

L. M.

Bath. Portugal.

Heb. xiii. 14.

Kelly.

1 “WE'VE no abiding city here”— This may distress the worldly mind; But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find.

2 "We've no abiding city here"

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Sad truth were this to be our home:
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."

3 "We've no abiding city here"-
Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below.

4 "We've no abiding city here”-
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.

HYMN 423.

C. M.

Barbauld.

Barby. Rochester. Clarendon.

1 OUR country is Immanuel's ground,
We seek that promis'd soil:
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears;
Yet nought but heav'n our hopes can raise,
And nought but sin our fears.

3 Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away
In ecstasies of love;

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And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.

We

purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;

But while we die to earth and sense
Our heav'n is here begun.

REJOICING IN A REVIVAL.

HYMN 424.

L. M.

Bath. Moreton.

Newton.

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WHILE I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
Methought I heard the Saviour say-
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.

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2 "Though for a time I hid my face,
Rely upon my love and pow'r:
Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.

3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray'r,
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord, I obey,-my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.

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Glifford. Clarendon.

Luke xv. 10.

Needham.

1 OH, how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

2 Pleas'd with the news the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.

3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan;

Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.

4 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:

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