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4 O let thy sacred word impart
Its sealing influence to my heart;
soul that thou art mipe. 5 The blissful word, with joy replete,
Shall bid my gloomy fears retreat,
Sbine cheerful through this mortal night. 6 Then shall my joyful spirit rise
On wings of faith above the skies ;
And this vain world shall tempt no more : 7 O may I reach the blissful plains,
Where thy unclouded glory reigns,
HYMN 570. C. M,
Our humble strains attend,
Low at thy feet we bend.
And all thy suff'rings trace, What sweetly awful scenes appear !
What rich unbounded grace!
Witb warm devotion rise !
Mount upward to the skies !
How languid our desire !
Till thou the heart inspire !
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name. 6 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings bere, Till life, and love, and joy divine
A beav'n on earth appear.
Come, great Redeemer, come,
That calls thy children home. MRs. Steele
HYMN 571. S. M.
My shepherd and my guide,
My wants are all supply'd. 2 To ever-fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
And guards my sweet repose.
Cool waters gently roll,
To cheer my faipting soul. 4 Here let my spirit rest;
How sweet a lot is mine!
Beneficence divine !
My wand'ring feet restore,
And let me rove no more.
Or thy protecting care,
For all my hopes are there. Mrs. STEELE.
HYMN 572. L. M.
When kindred souls in friendship join;
In bands of amity divine.
On Aaron's consecrated head,
Down to his sacred vesture spread. 3 Not flow'ry Hermon e'er display'd,
(Impearld with dew,) a fairer sight; Nor Zion's beauteous bills, array'd
Io golden beams of morning light. 4 'Tis here the Lord indulgent sheds
His kindest gifts, a heavenly store;
HYMN 573. P. M.
grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vaio cares and trifles, fly,
Where God resides appear no more.
And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life, dispens'd to-day,
Invites us to a heavenly feast ;
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving daigties feed !
O may thy word, with life divine,
HYMN 574. L. M.
In his owo courts your songs of joy;
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
His wond'rous works bow bright they shine!
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,
To spread your sacred pleasures round;
The warbling harp, and breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance
To praise him in the graceful dance;
And bear the rapture to the skies.
Attend and join the blissful choir ;
HYMN 575. C. M.
How gay the rural scene !
The meads a livelier green.
Aod blossoms on the spray,
How sweet the vernal day! 3 And bark! the feather'd warblers sing!'
'Tis nature's cheerful voice; Soft music hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.
These showers, with blessings fraught,
And fix the roving thought.
With gratitude and love,
The garden, field, and grove.
Beyond expression kind,
To bless the craving mind.
Cap make each virtue live,
Life, beauty, fragrance give.
Thy heavenly gifts impart;
Spring blooming in my heart !