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HYMN VI.

PIOUS FRIENDSHIP.

How bleft the facred tie that binds

In union sweet according minds!

How swift the heavenly course they run

Whose hearts, whose faith, whofe hopes are one!

To each, the foul of each how dear,

What jealous love, what holy fear!

How doth the generous flame within

Refine from earth and cleanfe from fin!

Their ftreaming tears together flow

For human guilt and mortal woe;

Their ardent prayers together rife,
Like mingling flames in facrifice.

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Together both they seek the place

Where GOD reveals his awful face;

How high, how strong, their raptures fwell,

There's none but kindred fouls can tell.

Nor fhall the glowing flame expire

When nature droops her fickening fire;

Then shall they meet in realms above

A heaven of joy-because of love.

HYMN VII.

Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you reft.

COME, faid JESUS' facred voice,

Come and make my paths your choice:

I will guide you to your home;

Weary pilgrim, hither come!

Thou, who houseless, fole, forlorn,

Long haft borne the proud world's fcorn,

Long haft roamed the barren wafte,

Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

Ye who, toffed on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but feek in vain,

Ye whose swollen and fleepless eyes

Watch to see the morning rise;

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In ftrong remorfe for guilt who mourn,

Here repose your heavy care,

A wounded spirit who can bear!

Sinner, come! for here is found

Balm that flows from every wound;

Peace, that ever fhall endure,

Reft eternal, facred, fure.

HYMN VIII.

The world is not their friend, nor the world's law.

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Now rapt, to heaven their looks they raife,

And bursts of fong refound.

And hark! a voice from 'midft the throng Cries, Stranger, wouldst thou know

• Our name, our race, our destined home,

Our cause of joy or woe,

Our country is Emanuel's land,

• We seek that promised foil;

The fongs of Zion chear our hearts,

While strangers here we toil.

* Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,

And oft are bathed in tears,

⚫ Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise,

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