107 S. M. What manner of persons ought ye to be? 2 PET. 8. 11. AKE haste, O man, to live, Time hurries past thee like the brecze; 2 To breathe, and wake, and sleep, 3 Make haste, O man, to do Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 4 Up, then, with speed, and work; 108 11s. I shall be satisfied when I awake with thy likeness. PSA. 17. 15. ID scenes of confusion and creature com Mplaints, How sweet to my soul is communion of saints To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home: Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission, and strength as my day; In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my own glorious home. 3 Whate'er thou deuiest, O give me thy grace! The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face; Endue me with patience to wait at thy throne. And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 4 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,- 109 The glorious liberty of the children of God.-ROM. 8. 21. ΜΕ INE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible quick sword: His truth is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! 2 I have seen him in the watchfires oí a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on. 3 I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel, As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on. 4 He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat: O be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet: Our God is marching on. 5 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. 110 Lovest thou me?-JOHN 21. 17. 6, 4. MORE love to thee, O Christ! More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make This is my earnest plea,— 2 Once earthly joy I craved, 3 Let sorrow do its work When they can sing with me,- 4 Then shall my latest breath My heart shall raise, This still its prayer shall be,- 111 C. M. If we suffer, we shall also reign with him.-2 TIM. 2. 12 UST Jesus bear the cross alone, MUST bear cross al No, there's a cross for every one, 3 Upon the crystal pavement, down Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, 4 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high, The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 5 O precious cross! O glorious crown! Ye angels, from the skies come down, 112 6, 4. Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. 2 COR. 8. 17. M'Sweet land of liberty, Y country! 'tis of thee, Ot thee I sing; |