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5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The pleasing theme renew.

6 Through all eternity to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But O! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.

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The Wondrous Cross.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

L.M.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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Resting on God.

C. M.

[By Mrs. H. M. WILLIAMS. We know nothing of the author of this marvelously fine hymn, except her name, and that she was born 1762 and died 1827. Can any one change a solitary word in the fourth stanza without marring it?]

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HILE Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd;
To Thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see;

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by Thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring storm shall see :
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.

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Heirs of Heaven.

[By Dr. WATTS.]

C. M.

WHY should the children of a King

Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter, descend and bring
The tokens of Thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all Thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?

When wilt Thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear Thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of His love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May Thy blest wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home.

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Manifested in the Flesh.

[By CHARLES WESLEY.]

C. M.

W whom angels dimly see,

WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round,

Will the Unsearchable be found,

Or God appear to me?

2 Will He forsake His throne above,
Himself to worms impart?

Answer, Thou Man of grief and love,
And speak it to my heart.

3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;

What meant the suff'ring Son of man,
The streaming blood divine?

4 Didst Thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,

That I might now perceive Thee near,
And my Redeemer know?

5 Might view the Lamb in His own light, Whom angels dimly see;

And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity?

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

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Crown Him.

C. M.

By Rev. EDWARD PERRONET, one of the associates of the Wesleys, afterwards with Lady Huntingdon, then a dissenting minister. In 1808 the hymn was printed at Canterbury, Eng., on a card for the use of the Sunday-school to which is appended the following notice of the author: "Rev. Edward Perronet died at Canterbury, January 2, 1792. His dying words were Glory to God in the height of His divinity! Glory to God in the depth of His humanity! Glory to God in His all-sufficiency! And into His hands I commend my spirit.""]

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LL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransom'd of the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Let every tribe and every tongue
That hear the Saviour's call,
Now shout in universal song,
And crown Him Lord of all.