Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven
Morning breaks upon the tomb

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My dear Redeemer, and my Lord

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My God, how endless is thy love

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My God, my King, thy various praise
My God, permit me not to be

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My God, permit my tongue

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My Helper, God! I bless his name

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My Maker and my King

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My soul, be on thy guard

My soul repeat his praise

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NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard
Not all the blood of beasts

O BLESS the Lord, my soul
O for a closer walk with God
O happy nation, where the Lord

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PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir

RAISE your triumphant songs

Remark, my soul, the narrow bound
Rise, O my soul-pursue the path

SALVATION! O, the joyful sound
Savior! when night involves the skies
See how the morning sun

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Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive

Sing to the Lord ye distant lands

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord

So let our lips and lives express

Songs of immortal praise belong
Soon as I heard my Father say

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Soft are the fruitful showers that bring

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Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet is the love that mutual glows
Sweet is the work, my God, my King

There's not a tint that paints the rose
There is an hour of peaceful rest
The Savior calls-let every ear

Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love

This is the day the Lord hath made
Thou didst, O mighty God, exist
Thus far the Lord hath led me on
Through all the changing scenes of life
Time! what an empty vapor 'tis

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Ye sons of men, a feeble race
Ye sons of men with joy record
Ye tribes of Adam, join

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
Your happy voices join

Your harps, ye trembling saints

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame

HYMNS.

1. C. M.

1 A BRIGHT unfading crown doth grace
The victor's deathless head,

Who swift hath run the heavenly race,
And to the goal hath sped.

2 Who for his brow that wreath would win, Must lay aside each weight,

And cast away the robe of sin
That would his feet beset.

3 Who runneth for the peerless prize,
And would not run in vain,
Must keep before his eager eyes
The garland he would gain.

4 He must forget, who runs the race,
The ground already passed,

And to the mark must forward press,
With ever active haste.

5 Whose spirit would not faint, nor miss
The joy of him that's crowned,
Must view the cloud of witnesses
That compass him around.

6 But, most of all, be ever met

The crowning Conqueror's eye,
Who, for the joy before him set,
Won the great victory.

1 ABSENT from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains and fears and all their springs !
2 Absent from flesh! illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke,
That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke!
3 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could ever climb;
Beyond the heavens where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
4 I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day;
My all that's mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.

1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

2 O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,