One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, "Tis heav'n on earth begun.

2 Our hearts have often burn'd within,
And glow'd with sacred fire,
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest,
And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire.

3 The little cloud increases still,
The heav'ns are big with rain;
We haste to catch the teeming show',
And all its moisture drain.

4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows!
But pour a mighty flood;

Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth,
"Till all proclaim thee God.

5 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And sett'st thy starry crown;
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine
Proclaim'd by thee thine own;

6 May we, a little band of love,
We sinners, sav'd by grace,
From glory unto glory chang'd,
Behold thee face to face.

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HYMN 65. L. M.

Christian Fellowship.

OW blest the sacred tie that binds, In union sweet, according minds! How swift the heav'nly course they run, Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one.

2 To each, the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the gen'rous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse, from sin!
3 Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt and mortal wo;
Their ardent pray'rs together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4 Together oft they seek the place,
Where God reveals his awful face;~~
At length they meet in realms above,
A heav'n of joy-because of love.

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Salvation by Grace.

HYMN 66. C. M.
Salvation by Grace.

RACE! 'tis a charming sound;
Harmonious to the ear!

Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heav'nly road;

And new supplies each hour, I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 67. P. M. 11, 8.

Election.

N songs of sublime adoration and praise; Ye pilgrims, for Zion who press, Break forth and extol the great Ancient of days,

His rich and distinguishing grace.

2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you,Broke forth and discover'd its flame,"

When each with the cords of his kindness he drew,

And brought you to love his great name. 3 0, had not he pity'd the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt:

You all would have liv'd, would have di'd too in sin,

And sunk with the load of your guilt.

4 What was there in you that could merit esteem,

Or give the Creator delight?

Twas "Even so, Father," you ever must sing,

"Because it seem'd good in thy sight.".

5 Then give all the glory to his holy name, To him all the glory belongs:

Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame,

And crown him in each of your songs.

HYMN 68. P. M. 11.

Precious Promises.

1 TOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

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Is laid for your faith in his excellent work! What more can he say than to you he hath said,

Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled : 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 When thr'o fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 5 E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove

My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love';

And then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

6 "The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for

repose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never-no never-no never forsake."

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Graces of the Spirit.

HYMN 69. C. M.

The Power of Faith.

AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares;

Its aid in ev'ry duty brings,

And softens all my cares?

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r, The healing balm to give ;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;