4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart
The hope thy gracious words impart ;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.

5 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love,
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

62.

66 Altogether lovely."-Song v. 16.

COME, worship at Immanuel's feet,

See in his face what wonders meet;
Words are too feeble to express
His worth, his glory, or his grace.

L.M.

2 When shall we climb those higher skies,
Where storms and tempests never rise;
Where he unveils his lovely face,
And shines and reigns the God of grace?

3 Nor earth, nor air, nor sun, nor stars,
Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him face to face.

63.

"Let the inhabitants of the rock sing."

Isa. xlii. 11.

COME, ye redeemed of the Lord,
And hail your gracious King;
Now raise your voice with one accord,
And of his goodness sing.

F

C. M.

2 Sing of his everlasting love,

Sing of his matchless grace;
Join the sweet theme with those above,
Who see him face to face.

3 Sing of his promise, full and free,
To all his chosen race;
Sing of his death and victory,
And shout eternal grace.

4 Sing of his righteousness divine,
That rich and costly robe;
In which the saints for ever shine,
Before the throne of God.

5 Sing of his name, that matchless name,
Who made the heav'ns above;

Sing, sing of him who bare your shame,
And shout eternal love.

64.

"Thou hast ascended on high."

Ps. lxviii. 18.

P. M.-.

COME, ye saints look here and wonder,
See the place where Jesus lay;

He has burst his bands asunder,
He has borne our sins

Joyful tidings!

away;

Yes, the Lord is ris'n to-day.

2 Jesus triumphs! sing ye praises;
"Twas by death he overcame;
Thus the Lord his glory raises;
Thus he fills his foes with shame.

Sing ye praises !

Praises to the Victor's name.

3 Jesus triumphs! countless legions
Come from heav'n to meet their King;
Soon in yonder happy regions

They shall join his praise to sing.
Songs eternal

Shall through heav'ns high arches ring.

65.

"God is Love."-1 John iv. 8.

C. M.

COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And lift your souls above;

Let all the church with one accord,
Now sing-our God is love.

2 His cov❜nant fix'd in heav'n behold!
Which hell can never move;
This makes the poorest sinner bold
To sing-our God is love.

3 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears
To shew-our God is love.

4 Jesus, the Lord, proclaims to us,
This message from above!

And in his blood and righteousness,
We read our God is love.

5 Who quickens, guides, and leads us on?
The Spirit, heav'nly Dove;

And ev'ry step, from first to last,
Proclaims-our God is love.

6 O may we all, while here below,
This best of blessings prove;
Till better strains, in brighter worlds,
We'll shout-our God is love.

66. "Let them shout from the top of the

mountains."-Isa. xlii. 11.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place! Religion never was design'd To make our pleasures less.

3 If they refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
Let those who know the heav'nly King,
Speak all their joys abroad.

4 Jesus, who rules on high,

And dwells in light above;
To lead his own is always nigh,
In faithfulness and love.

5 Soon shall we see his face,
And never, never sin;
Soon from the rivers of his
grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

S. M.

6 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

67.

"I will not leave you comfortless."

L. M.

John xiv. 18.

COME, ye who know the Saviour's love,
And his indulgent mercies prove,
In cheerful songs his praise express,
'For he'll not leave you comfortless.'

2 He ever acts the Saviour's part,
With strong compassions in his heart;
The least and weakest saint he'll bless,
Nor will he leave him comfortless.

3 While they are sojourners below,
And travel in this world of woe,

Thro' storms and floods of deep distress,
He will not leave them comfortless!

4 So when they pass death's gloomy vale,
And flesh and mortal powers fail,
Joyful their dying lips confess,
He does not leave them comfortless.

5 When they, at last, shall meet above,
In that blest world of joy and love,
Their happy songs will then express,
He has not left them comfortless.