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5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

561. Christ ascending and reigning. C.M.

God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet. Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises unto our King, sing praises. For God is theKing of all the earth: sing ye praises with understand-ing. God reigneth over the heathen.-PSA. xlvii. 5, 8.

Oh for a shout of sacred joy

To God the sov❜reign King!
Let ev'ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high!
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,

Let mortals learn their strains:

Let all the earth his honour sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound,
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne; He lov'd that chosen raee;

But now he calls the world his own,
And Heathens taste his grace.

562. Desiring Holiness. C.M.

PSA. cxix. 29, 36, 133, 176, 35.

O that the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still;

O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will!

2 O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires arise,
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
5 My soul hath gone too far astray;
My feet too often slip;

Yet, since I've not forgot thy way,
Restore thy wand'ring sheep.

6 Make me to walk in thy commands; 'Tis a delightful road:

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

563. The Spiritual fellowship of the people of God. S.M.

Truly our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son Jesus Christ.-1 JOH. i. 3.

OUR heav'nly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near :
With both our fellowship is sweet,.
And our communion dear.

2 God pities all our griefs; He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls,

And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are!

What various stores of good,
Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood!

4 Jesus, our living head,

We bless thy faithful care;
Our advocate before the throne,
And our forerunner there.

5 Here fix, my roving heart!
Here wait, my warmest love!
"Till the communion be complete
In nobler scenes above.

564. The High Way to Zion. C.M.

And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it-the way-faring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous beast go up thereon, it shall not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there: And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs, and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.ISAI. XXXV. 8, 10.

SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing:
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd, How holy and how plain!

Nor shall the simplest trav'llers err, Nor ask the track in vain. 3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy, Nor lurking serpent wound; Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road; Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your Saviour God.

5 There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head; While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled.

6 March on in your Redeemer's strength,
Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eyes,
While lab'ring up the hill.

565. Praise for recovery from sickness.

C.M.

The Lord hath chastened me sore; but he hath not given me over unto death.......Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and will praise the Lord. PSA. cxviii. 18, 19.

SOVEREIGN of life, I own thy hand
In every chast'ning stroke;
And, while I sinart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.

2 To thee, in my distress, I cried,
And thou hast bow'd thine ear;
Thy powerful word my life prolong'd,
And brought salvation near.

3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness,
That, with the pious throng,
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I may record my solemn vows,
And tune my grateful song.

4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our lab'ring breath:
Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant e'en in death.

5 My God, in thine appointed hour,
Those heav'nly gates display,
Where pain and sin, and fear and death,
For ever flee away.

6 There, while the nations of the bless'd With raptures bow around,

My anthems to deliv'ring grace
In sweeter strains shall sound.

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