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2 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march, with courage, in thy strength,
To see my Father God.

When I am filled with sore distress

For some surprising sin,

I'll plead thy perfect righteousness;
And mention none but thine.

3 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!

My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

Awake, awake, my tuneful powers!
With this delightful song,

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

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A-men.

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ESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more,

2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

48. CONTINUED.

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MISSIONARY CHANT.

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

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2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
Through this dark wilderness :

Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me;

And, while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?

God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of every saint.

A-men.

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PSALM 1xxxiv.

ST. GEORGE'S.

H. F. Lyte.

7s. D. G. J. Elvey.

1 PLEASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe.
O, my spirit longs and faints,
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fulness, God of grace.

2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove, that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length,
At thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

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4 Lord! be mine this prize to win!
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace;
Give me at thy side a place:
Sun and shield alike thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart!
Grace and glory flow from thee;
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!

PSALM 1xxxiv. 1, 2, 8-12.

I. Watts.

A-men.

NEWBURY. H. M.
From M. Haydn.

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ORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are!
With warm desires
To see my God.

To thine abode

My heart aspires,

2 The sparrow for her young With pleasure seeks a nest; And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest:

My spirit faints
With equal zeal,

To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.

3 O happy souls, that pray Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men, that pay Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
That love the way
And happy they
To Zion's hill.

4 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark

vale of tears,

Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears.

O glorious seat,

When God our King

Shall thither bring

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