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Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed

upon us.-1 JOHN 3. 1.

COME, shout aloud the Father's grace,

And sing the Saviour's love;

Soon shall we join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.

2 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls us his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.

3 My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear!

Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

4 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.

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S. M.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes

REV. 21. 4.

OME sing to me of heaven

COME

When I'm about to die;

Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.

CHORUS:

There'll be no more sorrow there,
There'll be no more sorrow there,
In heaven above,

Where all is love,

There'll be no more sorrow there.

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2 When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow,
Burst forth in strains of joyfulness.
Let heaven begin below.

3 When the last moments come,
O watch my dying face,
To catch the bright seraphic glow
Which in each feature plays.
4 Then to my raptured ear

Let one sweet song be given;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heaven.
5 When round my senseless clay,
Assemble those I love,

Then sing of heaven, delightful heaven!
My glorious home above!

6, 4.

O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name

COM

together.-PSA. 34. 3.

NOME, thou almighty King,
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise:

Father! all-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!

2 Come, thou incarnate Word!
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend;

Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success:
Spirit of holiness!

On us descend.

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3 Come, holy Comforter!
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:

Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart
Spirit of power!

4 To the great One in Three
The highest praises be,
Hence, evermore!

His sov'reign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

8, 7

Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.-1 SAM. 7. 12.

COME, thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise;
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it!-
Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart; O, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

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S. M.

The Lord will give grace and glory.-PSA. S4. 11.

COME

we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
Should speak their joys abroad.

3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

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Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. AMES 5.1

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,

Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot hea!. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;

Come to the feast of love-come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

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He is able also to save them to the uttermost.-HEB.7.25

DEP

EPTH of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls.
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands
God is love! I know, I feel,

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.