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5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign,

Here to abide,-no transient guest?
Here, will our great Redeemer reign,

And here, the Holy Spirit rest?-
6 Thy glory never hence depart!

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Yet choose not, Lord! this house alone; Thy kingdom come, in every heart,— every bosom, fix thy throne.

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HYMN 514, L. M.

Prayer on opening a Church Edifice. ITHIN thy house, O Lord our God! In glorious majesty appear;

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Make this a place of thine abode,

And shed thy choicest blessings here.
2 When we thy mercy seat surround,

Thy Spirit, with thy word, impart;
And let thy gospel's joyful sound,

With power divine, reach every heart.
3 Here, let the blind their sight obtain,
Here, give the broken spirit rest;
Let Jesus here triumphant reign,—
Enthroned in every yielding breast.
4 Here, let the voice of sacred joy
And humble supplication rise,
Till higher strains our tongues employ,
In realms of bliss, beyond the skies.

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HYMN 515, C. M.

Dedication of a Church.

OD of the universe! to thee

This sacred fane we rear,

And now, with songs and bended knee,
Invoke thy presence here.

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The praises of thy name,-

These hallowed walls to all around
The Triune God proclaim.

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Thy glory here make known;

Thy people's home, Oh! come, and fill,
And seal it as thine own.

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4 When sad with care, by sin cppressed,
Here may the burdened soul,

Beneath thy sheltering wing, find rest;
Here, make the wounded whole.

5 And, when the last long Sabbath morn,
Upon the just, shall rise,

May all, who own thee here, be borne
To mansions in the skies.

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HYMN 516, S. M.

The Heralds of Christ.

[OW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion! behold thy Saviour King,
He reigns and triumphs here!"

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That hear this joyful sound!
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found.

4 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

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And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

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6 The Lord makes bare his arm,
Through all the earth abroad,
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

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HYMN 517, L. M.

The great Commission.

m" 1 "O, preach my gospel!"-saith the Lord,"Bid the whole earth my grace receive; He shall be saved who trusts my word;

He shall be damned who don't believe.

2 "I'll make your great commission known,
And ye shall prove my gospel true,
By all the works that I have done,
By all the wonders ye shall do.

3 "Teach all the nations my commands,-
I'm with you till the world shall end;
All power is trusted in my hands,
I can destroy, and I defend."

4 He spake and light shone round his head;
On a bright cloud, to heaven he rode :
They, to the farthest nations, spread
The grace of their ascended God.

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HYMN 518, C. M.

Ministers watch for Souls.

ET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take th' alarm they give;
Now let them, from the mouth of God,
Their awful charge receive.

2 T is not a cause of small import,

The pastor's care demands;

But what might fill an angel's heart;-
It filled a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Did heavenly bliss forego;—

For souls, that must for ever live,
In raptures, or in woe.

4 All to the great tribunal haste,

Th' account to render there;

And should'st thou strictly mark our faults,
Lord! how should we appear?

5 May they that Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer, see;

And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee

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HYMN 519, L. M.

Meeting of Ministers.

1 POUR out thy Spirit from on high:
Lord! thine assembled servants bless;
Graces and gifts to each supply,

And clothe thy priests with righteousness. 2 Within thy temple where we stand,

To teach the truth as taught by thee,
Saviour! like stars in thy right hand,
The angels of the churches be!

3 Wisdom and zeal, and faith impart,
Firmness with meekness from above,
To bear thy people on our hearts,

And love the souls whom thou dost love:4 To watch and pray, and never faint;

By day and night strict guard to keep;
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,

Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.
5 Then, when our work is finished here,
In humble hope, our charge resign:
When the chief Shepherd shall appear,
O God! may they and we be thine.

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HYMN 520, C. M.

The Death of a Minister.

1 NOW let our drooping hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;

Why should those eyes be drowned in grief,
That view a Saviour nigh?

2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,-
The aged and the young;

The watchful eye, in darkness closed,
And mute th' instructive tongue;

3 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;

His eye still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.

4 "Lo! I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;"
The Lord will ne'er forsake his own,
Who in his love confide.

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5 Through every scene of life and death,
His promise is our trust;

And this shall be our children's song.
When we are cold in dust.

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HYMN 521, S. M.

The Pastor's Death.

EST from thy labor, rest;-
Soul of the just, set free!
Biest be thy memory, and blest
Thy bright example be!

2 Faith, perseverance, zeal,

Language of light and power,
Love, prompt to act, and quick to feel,-
Marked thee, till life's last hour.

8 Now, toil and conflict o'er,—

Go, take with saints thy place;
But go-as each hath gone before,-
A sinner saved by grace.

4 Lord Jesus! to thy hands

Our pastor we resign;

And now we wait thine own commands ;--
We were not his, but thine.

5 Thou art thy church's head;

And, when the members die,

Thou raisest others in their stead :-
To thee we lift our eye.

6 On thee our hopes depend;

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We gather round our Rock;

Send whom thou wilt; but condescend
Thyself to feed thy flock.

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HYMN 522, S. M.

The Death of an aged Minister.
ERVANT of God! well done!
Rest from thy loved employ:
The battle fought,--the vict'ry won, ·
Enter thy Master's joy."

2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell-but felt no fea..

3 Tranquil amid alarms,

It found him on the field,