2 Thy spirit through the lonely night,
From earthly joy apart,

Hath sigh'd for one that's far away,
The Bridegroom of thy heart.

3 But see, the night is waning fast,
The breaking morn is near;
And Jesus comes with voice of love,
Thy drooping heart to cheer.

4 He comes, for O His yearning heart
No more can bear delay;
To scenes of full unmingled joy
To call his Bride away.

5 This earth, the scene of all His woe,
A homeless wild to thee,
Full soon upon His heav'nly throne,
Its rightful King shall see.

6 Thou too shalt reign-He will not wear
His crown of joy alone;

And earth, His royal Bride shall see
Beside Him on the throne.

7 Then weep no more, 'tis all thine own,
His crown, His joy divine,
And sweeter far than all beside,
He, He Himself is thine.

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ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

1 GLOOMY and dark the night has been,
And long the way and dreary,
And sad each faithful saint is seen,
And faint, and worn, and weary.

2 Ye mourning pilgrims! dry your tears,
And hush each sign of sorrow;

The light of that bright morn appears,
The long Sabbatic morrow,

3 Lift up your heads, behold from far
A flood of splendour streaming;
It is the briglit and morning star,
In living lustre beaming.

4 And see that star-like host around,
Of angel-bands attending:
Hark, hark, the trumpet's gladdening sound,
With shouts triumphant blending.

6 O weeping Spouse, arise, rejoice,
Put off thy weeds of mourning,

And hail the Bridegroom's welcome voice
In triumph now returning.

210 ROM. XIV. 7.-" None of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself."

1 I WILL a little pilgrim be,
Resolv'd alone to follow Thee,

Thou Lamb of God, who now art gone
Up to the everlasting throne.

2 I will my heart to Thee resign,
Thine only be, O be Thou mine!
The world I leave and foolish play,
To happiness to find the way.

3 My lips shall be employ'd to bless
The Lord, who is my righteousness;
My joy to serve, and praise, and love,
And then to reign with Him above.

211 1 COR. v. 7.-" Christ our passover is sacrificed for us."

1 WHY did the paschal beast
Of old for Israel bleed?

To be their safe-guard and their feast,
To sprinkle and to feed.

2 Dwell not, my searching soul,
On ritual shadows now;

Christ is the Lamb all pure and whole,
The ransom'd first-born Thou.

3 Now get thy house within,

Slay, eat, anoint thy door,
The dread avenger comes not in
To smite, but passeth o'er.

4 He looks and calls from high,
Art thou to die or live?

He hears the posts and lintels cry
Forgive, forgive, forgive.

5 I hear the accuser roar

Of ills that I have done;

I know them well, and thousands more,
Jehovah findeth none.

6 Sin, Satan, death, press near,
To harass and appal;
Let but my Advocate appear,
Backward they go, and fall.

7 Before, behind, around,

They set their fierce array,

To fight and force me from my ground,
Along Emmanuel's way.

8 I meet them face to face,

Through Jesus' conquest blest;
March in the triumph of His grace,
Right onward to my rest.

9 There in His book I bear,

A more than conqueror's name,-
A soldier, son, and fellow-heir,
Who fought and overcame.

10 His be the victor's name,

Who fought our fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honour claim,
Their conquest was His own.

11 By weakness and defeat,

He won the meed and crown;
Trode all our foes beneath His feet,
By being trodden down.

12 He, hell, in hell laid low;

Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death, by dying, slew.

13 Bless, bless the conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory;

Who lived, who died, who lives again
For thee, His Church, for thee!

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1 COR. v. 8.-" Let us keep the feast."

1 SWEET feast of love divine!

'Tis grace that makes us free, To feed upon this bread and wine, In memory, Lord, of Thee.

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2 Here every welcome guest

Waits, Lord, from Thee to learn
The secrets of Thy Father's breast!
And all Thy grace discern.

3 Here conscience ends its strife,
And faith delights to prove
The sweetness of the bread of life,
The fulness of Thy love.

4 That blood that flow'd for sin,
In symbol here we see;
And feel the blessed pledge within,
That we are loved of Thee.

5 O, if this glimpse of love
Is so divinely sweet,

What will it be, O Lord, above
Thy gladd'ning smile to meet!

To see Thee face to face

Thy perfect likeness wear,

And all Thy ways of wondrous grace,
Through endless years declare.

ANOTHER OF THE SAME.

1 JESUS invites His saints

To meet around His board; Here pardon'd sinners sit, and hold Communion with their Lord.

2 Our heavenly Father calls

Christ and His members one;
We are the children of His love,
And He the first-born Son.