Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.

6 There, there at his feet,
We shall suddenly meet,
And be parted in body no more
We shall sing to our lyres,
With heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour in glory adore.

7 Hallelujah we sing

To our father and king,
And his rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain
Hallelujah again,

Sing all heaven, and fall at his feets.

8 In assurance of hope,

We to Jesus look up,

Till his banner unfurl'd in the air,
From our graves we shall see,
And cry out, "It is he,"

And fly up to acknowledge him there..

HYMN 140. S. M..

Nature and Grace.

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TERNAL truth affirms,

And all believers know,

That Adam's race, poor fallen worms, Have lost their power to do.

2 And though restor❜d by grace, By mighty grace indeed!

The strength we in ourselves possess, Is like a bruised reed.

3 A will to serve my God,

Through soy'reign grace is mine;

But daily strength must be bestow'd
If I would conquer sin.

4 Old nature in my breast,
Still struggles with the new;
A mortal enmity subsists
Between the waring two.

5 Nature would fain confine
My thoughts to earthly things;
But grace points up to things divine,
And gives me heavenly wings.

Nature indulges pride,
And gives free will the throne;
But
grace instructs me to confide
In God my strength alone.

7 Nature's a friend to earth,
And loves its maxims much;
But grace constrains me to go forth,
And bear the Lamb's reproach.

• Nature esteems his yoke,
To be a grievous load;
Grace puts it on, and bids me look
To the Almighty God.

9 Nature cries, "friend desist, And leave this rugged way."

But grace says, "this is not thy rest :: Go on, make no delay."

10 Nature repines and frets,

At the chastising rod;

But taught by grace my soul submits To all the will of God.

11 Nature disdains to bow Before the mercy-seat ;.

But grace will lay and keep me low
At the Redeemer's feet.

12 Nature knows nothing of
Communion with the Lamb;
But drawn by grace, O how I love
To call upon his name!

HYMN 141. C. M.

Difficulties, in the way of duty, surmounted!

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HEN Abram's servant to procure
A wife for Isaac went,

He met Rebekah-told his wish-
Her parents gave consent.

2 Yet for ten days, they urg'd the man3
His journey to delay;
Hinder me not, he quick reply'd,

Since God hath crown'd my way.

3 'Twas thus I cry'd when Christ the Lord,
My soul to him did wed;
Hinder me not, nor friends, nor foes,
Since God my way hath sped.

4 Stay, says the world, and taste a while
My ev'ry pleasant sweet;
Hinder me not, my soul replies,
Because the way is great..

5 Stay, satan my old master cries,
Or force shall the detain;

Hinder me not, I will begone,
My God has broke my chain.

6 In all my Lord's appointed ways My journey I'll pursue;

much-lov'd saints,

Hinder me not, ye
For I must go with you.

Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,

I'll follow where he goes ;

Hinder me not, shall be my cry,

Though earth and hell oppose.

Through duty, and through trials toe,
I'll go at his command;

Hinder me not, for I am bound,

To my Immanuel's land.

And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,

Hinder me nut, come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.

Salvation by grace, from first to last. Eph.

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ii. 5.

RACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man,
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.

[3 Grace first inscrib'd my name In God's eternal book:

'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took.]

4 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

[5 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
'Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.]

6 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the top-most stone
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 143. C. M.

The rich fool surprised. Luke xii. 16

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22.

ELUDED souls! who think to find
A solid bliss below:

Bliss the fair flower of Paradise,

On earth can never grow.

? See how the foolish wretch is pleased,
T’increase his worldly store;

Too scanty now he finds his barns,
And covets room for more.

3" What shall I do?" distress'd he cries,
"This scheme will I pursue :
"My scanty barns shall now come down,
"I'll build them large and new.

"Here will I lay my fruits, and bid

"My soul to take its ease:

"Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store Shall give what joys I please."