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Pillars in the Heavenly Temple.

1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
We bow to thy command,
And' own that David's royal key
Well fits thy sovereign hand.
2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to our rejoicing eyes
The temple of our God.

3 Therein as pillars let us stand,
On an eternal base;

Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
And polish'd by thy grace,

4 There, deep engraven, let us bear
The title of our God;
And mark the New Jerusalem,
As our secure abode.

5 In lasting characters inscribe
Thy own beloved name;
That endless ages there may read
The great Immanuel's claim.

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1 ALMIGHTY goodness, power divine,
The fields and verdant meads display;
And bless the hand which made them shine,
With various charms profusely gay.

2 For man and beast, here daily food,
In wide diffusive plenty grow;

And there, for drink, the crystal flood,
In streams, sweet-winding, gently flow.

3 By cooling streams and soft'ning showers
The vegetable race are fed;

And trees and plants, and herbs and flowers, Their Maker's bounty smiling spread.

4 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the faint attempts of art;

Their bright inimitable dyes.

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Ye curious winds, that roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of our God,
And bow before him and adore.

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1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
So let our conversation be:

The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife; On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life!

3 O how benevolent and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive! Be his the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live. 4 To do his heavenly Father's will Was his employment and delight;

Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright!

5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

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The only Perfect. Eccles. vii. 20. Job xiv. 4. Isa. Ixiv. 6.

1 COULD I of all perfection boast,

As pure as that which Adam lost,
I'd sacrifice it to thy blood,
My Christ, my all, my only good.

2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in faith,
And boldly steadfast unto death;
I'd bid my faithfulness adieu,
And Jesus only faithful view.

3 If I more meek than Moses were,
Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
Yet this I gladly would despise,
And Jesus' meekness only prize.

4 Was I, as Job, submissive still,
Patient, resign'd, in every ill;
Yet all should fade before his cross,
Compar'd with him it is but dross.

5 If I was wise as Solomon,

Like him with zeal and ardour shone;
Like him I'd vain and foolish see
My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee.

6 Had I an angel's purity,
Yea, even this I would deny ;

Nor good confess in name or thing,
But Christ my Lord, my life, my King.

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Rain of Heaven. Psa. lxxii. 6. Isa. Iv. 10, 11. 1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.

2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
Th' effusions of his love shall share,
And sudden greens and herbage wear.

3 The dews and rains in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Are not so copious as that grace
Which sanctifies and saves our race.

4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers; So, in the secrecy of love,

Falls the sweet influence from above.

5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,

While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth's wide wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

41. C. M.

Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 14.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 That prize, with peerless glory bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Then, soul, with all thy waken'd powers,
Survey th' immortal prize;
Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth,
Allure thy wand'ring eyes.

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Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11.

1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:

Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
Which shows salvation nigh.

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