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. « In Zion let us all appear, .

.“ And keep the solemn day.” ve 2. I love her gates, I love the road :

The Church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God!

To show his milder face.
3. Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace

Be her attendants blest.
4. My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell;

There God, my Saviour, reigns.

Hymn 362, P. M.
1. L OW pleas'd and blest was I,

11 To hear the people cry,
“ Come, let us seek our God to-day:"
2. Yes, with a cheerful zeal

We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.
2. Zion, thrice happy place!

Adorn'd with wond'rous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;

In thee we all appear

To pray, and praise and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

Hymn 363. C. M.
1. VE that obey th’immortal King,

1 Attend his holy place; .
Bow to the glories of his pow'r,

"And bless his wondrous grace.
2. Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;:

Raise your admiring thoughts by night

Above the starry sky.
3. The God of Zion cheers our hearts,

With rays of quickening grace:
The God who spreads the heav'ns abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.

Hymn 364. L.M. 1. DRAISE ye the Lord, exalt his name,

I While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong,

Or stand attending at his gate. 2. Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good;

To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still

His church is his peculiar joy. . . Hymn 365. c. M. 1. A WAKE, ye saints, to praise your King

1 Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing,

Increasing with the praise.
2. Great is the Lord ; and works unknown

Are his divine employ:
But still his saints are near his throne,

His treasure and his joy.
3. O Zion, trust the living God,

Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy courts his blest abode,

And claims thine honours here.

Hymn 366. s. M.
1. I LOVE thy Zion, Lord,

I The house of thine abode,
The church, O blest Redeemer! sayid

With thy own precious blood.

I 2. I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,

And graven on thy hand.
3. If e'er to bless thy sons

My voice or hands deny,
These hands let useful skill forsake,

This voice in silence die.
4. If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her woe,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,

And ev'ry grief o'erflow.
5. For her my tears shall fall;

For her my pray’rs ascend;
To her my cares and toils be givin,

'Till toils and cares shall end...
6. Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heav'nly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.

Hymn 367. C.M.
1. TN God's own house pronounce his praise,

1 His grace he here reveals ;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,

For there his glory dwells.
2. Let all your sacred passions move,

While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love

Your highest praise exceeds. ,
3. All that have motion, life, and breath

Proclaim your Maker bleșt;
Yet when your voice expires in death,

Your souls shall praise him best.

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- Hymn 368. P. M. 1. JN Zion's sacred gates

1 Let hymns of praise begin, Where acts of faith and love With ceaseless beauty shine.' While God is there, while God is known,

Before his throne with songs appear. 2. His wondrous acts demand,

His wisdom and his grace,
The labours of our hands,
And transports of our praise.
Rehearse his name to ev'ry shore,

Where'er his pow'r his works proclaim. 3. The trumpet's martial voice,

The timbrel's softer sound,
The organ's solemn peal,
United praise resound,
To swell the song, with highest joy,
Let man employ his tuneful tongue. -

X. PASTORAL.

Hymn 369. C. Mi %. O REAT God, the nations of the earth.

U Are by creation thine;
And in thy works by all beheld,

Thy radiant glories shine.
2. But, Lord, thy greater love has sent

Thy gospel to mankind, Unveiling what rich stores of grace

Are treasur'd in thy mind. 3. Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread

The spacious earth around, 'Till ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry soul

Shail hear the joyful sound ?.

4. O when shall Afric's sable song

Enjoy the heav'nly word,
And vassals long-enslav'd become

The freemen of the Lord ?
5. When shall th' untutor'd Heathen tribes,

A dark, bewilder'd race,
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,

And learn and feel his grace ?
6. Haste, sov'reign mercy, and transform

Their cruelty to love;
Soften the tyger to a Lamb, ..

The vulture to a dove.
7. Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt

To spread the gospel's rays,
And build on sin's demolish'd throne.

The temples of thy praise.

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Hymn 370. L.M. .

The apostles commission. Mark. xvi. 15, &c. Matt. xxviii. 18. &c. 1.“ N o, preach my gospel,” saith the Lord,

U " Bid the whole earth my grace receive; 6 He shall be sav'd, that trusts my word;

And he condemn'd that won'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.
6 Go, heal the sick, go raise the dead,
« Go, cast out devils in my name :
« Nor let my prophets be afraid,

“ Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 4.“ Teach all the nations my commands,

“ I'm with you till the world shall end;
" All pow'r is trusted in my hands,
" I can destroy, and can defend.”

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