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605. 7s. M. WILLARD's Col.
Peacemakers are Children of God.
Come to enjoy the heavenly rest :
Round the eternal altar meet. 2 Countless host ! how great! how blest !
Wondrous joy, and peace, and rest!
Fit our souls for heavenly bliss ? 3 Peace on earth, and peace alone;
Peace, which makes all churches one;
C. M. Death of Kindred improved. 1 Must friends and kindred drop and die?
Must helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
Our helper and our friend;
Till all our trials end.
Our pious fathers led !
The counsels of the dead.
4 Let us be weaned from all below;
Let hope our grief dispel;
Where our best kindred dwell.
607. C. M. CowPER.
Walking with God.
A calm and heavenly frame,
That leads me to the Lamb !
2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their
still ! But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
3 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
And drove thee from my breast. 4 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee. 5 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
608. C. M. WATTS.
Victory over Death. 1 O FOR an overcoming faith,
To cheer my dying hours,
And all his frightful powers !
My quivering lips should sing, “Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
And where the monster's sting?" 3 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.
609, 8 & 7s. M.
Closing Hymn. 1 ISRAEL's Shepherd, guide me, feed me,
Through my pilgrimage below,
Where thy flock rejoicing go.
Meekly kneeling, I implore;
Never wander from thee more.
ADDED BY REV. R. C. WATERSTON.
610. C. M. CHAPEL HYMNS.
Supplication. 1 Be thou, O God, by night, by day,
My Guide, my Guard from sin, My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,
To keep me pure within ;-
A cloudless sky illumes,
Till heaven shines round its plumes. 3 So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,
Midst light from paradise.
L. M. GILMAN.
Thou who hast every blessing given,
2 Lord, may thy truth upon the heart
Now fall, and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start,
Where once the weeds of error grew. 3 We would our prayers with fervor bring,
And lay them at thy sacred throne, And render praise, Ó, Heavenly King, To thee, who praise canst claim alone.
612. L. M. H. WARE, JR.
The Truth as it is in Jesus.
We bow before thy mercy-seat,
And pour our wishes at thy feet.
0, give thy people joy and peace ! The tokens of thy love display,
And favor that shall never cease.
His path of light we long to tread;
And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith and hope and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;