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And strike off the adamant chains,
And make us eternally free.

4 Then that happy æra begins,

When, array'd in thy beauty, we shine,
Nor any more pierce, by our sins,
The bosom on which we recline.

HMNY 210.

(c. M. ROMAINE.)

The hope of heaven, the Christian's support.

1 WHEN we can read our title clear
To mansions in the skies,
We bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe our weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against our souls engage,
And hell's fierce darts be hurl'd,
We then can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like wildest billows, come, And storms of sorrow fall,

May we but safely reach our home,
Our God, our Heaven, our All!
4 There anchor'd safe the weary soul
Shall find the port of rest,

Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll,
Across the peaceful breast.

HYMN 211.

(C. M. MARTIN'S LANE.)

Entire subjection to the will of God.

1 O THOU! who hast at thy command

The hearts of all men in thy hand!

Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.
2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be,

That stands between ourselves and Thee.
3 Twice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to Thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 Still make us when temptation's near,
As our worst foe, ourselves to fear:
And, each vain-glorious thought to quell,
Teach us how Peter vow'd and fell.
5 Yet may we, feeble, weak, and frail,
Against our mightiest foes prevail;
Thy word, our safety from alarm,
Our strength, thine everlasting arm.
6 And, while we to thy glory live,
May we to Thee all glory give,
Until the joyful summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

HYMN 212.

(L. M. ROME.)

For heavenly mindedness. Col. iii. 2-31.

1 OH! from the world's vile slavery, Almighty Saviour! set us free;

And as our treasure is above,

Be there our thoughts, be there our love.

2 But oft, alas too well we know, Our thoughts, our love, are fix'd below; In every lifeless prayer we find

The heart unmoved, the absent mind. 3 Oh! what that frozen heart can move That melts not at the Saviour's love? What can that sluggish spirit raise That will not sing the Saviour's praise? 4 Yet earthly pleasure still has charms; And earthly love our bosom warms: Though cold our hearts to love divine, And cold, our bleeding Lord, to thine. 5 Lord! draw our best affections hence, Above this world of sin and sense, Cause them to soar beyond the skies, And rest not, till to Thee they rise.

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From the general thanksgiving.

1 FATHER of mercies! let our songs
With Thee acceptance find,

While we thy loving-kindness trace
To us and all mankind.

2 We thank Thee for creation's gift,
For life preserved by Thee,
And all the blessings life affords,
So vast and yet so free.

3 But chiefly for redemption's gift, .
To us in Jesus given,

For all the means of grace on earth,
And all our hopes of heaven.

4 let a sense of this thy love
Our best affections raise,

That while our lips proclaim thy grace
Our hearts may shew thy praise.
5 Lord! may we give ourselves to Thee,
And walking in thy ways,

In righteousness and holiness,
May serve Thee all our days.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Let equal praise ascend,

From worlds below, which soon must cease,
And worlds that know no end.

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1 THEE we adore, Eternal Lord!
We praise thy name with one accord:
Thy saints who here thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.
2 To Thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high,
Both Cherubim and Seraphin,

The heavens and all the powers therein.
3 The Apostles join the glorious throng;
The Prophets swell the immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to thy praise. '

4 Thee, Holy, Holy, Holy King!
Thee the Lord God of Hosts they sing!
Thus earth below and heaven above
Resound thy glory and thy love.

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For diligence to make our calling and election sure. 1 O GOD! thy saving grace impart ; And deeply on each careless heart Eternal things impress;

Give us to feel their solemn weight,
To tremble at our guilty state,
And wake to righteousness.

2 Before us place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with* clouds shalt come;
Oh! may we now ourselves prepare
To stand before thine awful bar,
And hear our endless doom.
3 Be this our one great object here,
With ceaseless care, and holy fear,
To make our calling sure :+
Thine utmost council to fulfil,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

4 Then, gracious Lord! our souls receive,
Transported from this world, to live
With Thee in worlds above;
Where faith is lost in endless sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And all is boundless love.

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