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2 If we prove faithful to the end,

We shall find in Christ a glorious Friend, For he who guards us, watches, keeps, He never slumbers, never sleeps.

For the Lord is in the desert,

He is on the land and sea,
Yes, the Lord is in the desert,
Let us sound the Jubilee.

3 May we obey the gracious call,
Of him whose love extends to all,
He's never weary, never faint,
He hears and pities each complaint,
For he knows our hearts desires
When we bend the humble knee;
Yes, he wipes away our tears,
And he gives us victory.

4 When on the part of God we rise,
We take the cross and win the prize;
So when the evening shades prevail,
Our songs of triumph shall not fail.
Now we're on our way to heaven,
We will sing salvation free;
Yes, we're on our way to heaven
We will sound the Jubilee.

5 And when our pilgrimage is o'er,
On wings of triumph may we soar,
Where floods of glory, ceasless roll,
Where beauties charm our precious souls.
There we'll join in singing praises,
To Immanuel our King,

There we'll join in shouting glory,
Till we make the arches ring.

6 The gospel heralds have gone forth,
To spread glad tidings, through the earth,
From east to west they shall proclaim
Salvation through the Savior's name.
For the spirit is out-pouring

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On the land and on the sea,
Yes, the spirit is out-pouring,
Let us sound the Jubilee.

C. M.

ERUSALEM, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

8 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks,
My study long have been;

Such dazzling views by human sight,
Have never yet been seen.

4 If heaven be thus so glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly 's this that I should dread
To die and go from hence!

5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace, And cause me to ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.

6 When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun,

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We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.

P. M.

H ARK! my soul, it is the Lord,

'Tis thy Savior, hear his word;

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, Say, poor sinner, "Lov'st thou me?" 2 "I delivered thee, when bound,

And when wounded, heal'd thy wound,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.

3 Can a mother's tender care,
Cease towards her children dear,
Yes! she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4" Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,-
Partner of my throne shall be,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore;-
O for grace to love thee more!

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P. M.

Sinners entreated to hear.

INNERS, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above?

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Every sentence-O how tender!
Every line is full of love;
Listen to it-

Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel,
News from Zion's king proclaim,
To each rebel sinner" Pardon,
"Free forgiveness in his name."
How important!

Free forgiveness in his name.

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts they quell your fears; And with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tear: 'Tender heralds

Chase away the falling tears.

4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word,

While the messengers address you,
Take the warnings they afford;
We entreat you,

Take the warnings they afford.

5 Who hath our report believed?
Who receiv'd the joyful word?
Who embrac'd the news of pardon,
Offer'd to you by the Lord!
Can you slight it-

Offer'd to you by the Lord!

6 O, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:

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Rebel sinners,

Glad, the message will obey.

C. M.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit. COME Holy Spirit, havn'ly Dove,

With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,—

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?

Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,~
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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C. M.

Walking with God.

FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

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