IN COMMUNION WITH GOD. 898 C. M. Praises to the incarnate Son. FOR a thousand seraph tongues 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 399 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. R OEJOICE, the Lord is King; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 4 He sits at God's right hand And fall beneath his feet; 5 He all his foes shall quell, With pure seraphic joy; 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, To their eternal home; We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice! 900 COME, Glory begun below. YOME, ye that love the Lord, Who never knew our God, Our Father and our Love; S. M. He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 4 The men of grace have found And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 901 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace : 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; 3 O! to grace how great a debtor 902 Walking with God. C. M. TALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 2 With thee conversing, we forget 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face;- To' attend the whispers of thy grace, 5 Let this my every hour employ, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. 903 Triumphant joy. C. M. MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, 3 The opening heavens around me shine 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 904 FA S. M. Creating and redeeming love. 2 Let all the angel throng Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes through the sky. 3 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransom'd race 4 The grace to sinners show'd, |