when shall we meet in the air, Aud fly to the mountain of God. With him I on Sion shall stand,

For Jesus hath spoken the word,
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when on thy bosom reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwetl
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,

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No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive.

Hymn 266. L. M.

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HANKS be to God, whose faithful love,
Hath called another to his breast;

Translated him to joys above,

To mansions of eternal rest.

2 He the good fight of faith hath won ;
He heard with joy the welcome word:
"Hither come up, thy work is done,
"And reign for ever with thy Lord."
3 By the angelic host convey'd,

Lodg'd in the garner of the sky,
He rests, in Abrah'm's bosom laid,
He lives with God, no more to die.

4. Thanks be to God, through Christ alone
Who gave our friend the victory,
O Master, say to me, "Well done!"
May I rejoice to die in thee.

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Hymn 267. C. M.

ND must I be to judgment brought,

And answer in that day,

For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart,
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert,
For all that I have done.

3 How careful then ought I to live!
With what religious fear;

Who such a strict account must give
For my behaviour here!

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow!

So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

5 If now thou standest at the door,
O let me feel thee near!

And make my peace with God, before
I at thy bar appear.

Hymn 268.

L. M.

WHY should we start and fear to die?

What tim'rous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate to endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away; And we shrink' back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O if my Lord would come and meet,

My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past!

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

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Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.

NEW-YEAR.

Hymn 269. P. M.

COM

HOME, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear!
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve;

[love.

By the patience of hope, and the labour of

2 Our life as a dream, our time as a stream, Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.
3 0 that each in the day of his coming may say,
"I have fought my way through,

"I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do!"

that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done!

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"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my Hymn 270.

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Lord of earth and sky,
The God of ages praise!

Who reigns enthron'd on high,
Ancient of endless days!

Who lengthens out our trials here,
And spares us yet another year.
Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground!
No fruit of holiness

On our dead souls was found;
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,
Another and another year.
When justice bar'd the sword,
To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of the Lord

Cried, "Let it still alone!"
The Father mild inclines his ear,
And spares us yet another year.
Jesus, thy speaking blood,

From God obtain'd the grace;
Who therefore hath bestow'd
On us a longer space;

Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year!
Then dig about the root,

Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fruit

To thy great praise abound;
O let us all thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.,

Hymn 271. C. M.

SING

NING to the great Jehovah's praise!
All praise to him belongs:

Who kindly lengthens out our days,
Demands our choicest songs:

His providence hath brought us through
Another various year;

We all with vows and anthems new
Before our God appear.

2 Father, thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care;

To thec presenting through thy Son,
Whate'er we have or are:

Our lips and lives shall gladly show
The wonders of thy love,
While on in Jesu's steps we go
To seek thy face above.

3 Our residue of days or hours,
Thine, wholly thine shall be;
And all our consecrated powers,
A sacrifice to thee:

Till Jesus in the clouds appear,
To saints on earth forgiven,
And bring the grand sabbatic year,
The jubilee of heaven.

Hymn 272. C. M.

A of thy short fife is past;

ND now, my soul, another year