5 There shall we see His face,
And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

6 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,

The thought of such amazing bliss
Should constant joy create.

7 The sons of God have found
Glory begun below;

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

8 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

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

C.M.

WARDLAW.

14 He remembereth that we are dust.-Ps. ciii. 14.

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IFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardour fired.

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose tender care sustains

Our feeble frame, encompassed round
With death's unnumbered pains.

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,
With benefits unsought.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows;

Who sent His Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

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Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,
That lights through darkest shades of
To realms of endless day.

JOHN

15 All Thy works shall praise Thee, O

Ps. cxlv. 10.

I [ARK, my soul, how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous

Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. 2 Nature's chief and sweetest quire Him with cheerful notes admire ; Chanting every day their lauds, While the grove their song applauds. 3 Though their voices lower be, Streams have, too, their melody ; Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. 4 All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring;

If Heaven bless them, thankful, they Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 5 Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives, and nothing owes.

6 Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake! and gladly sing thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowe
How to use thy nobler powers.

7 Call whole nature to thy aid,
Since 'twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eternal song,

Who to one God all belong.

8 Live for ever, glorious Lord!
Live, by all Thy works adored!
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to Thee alone!

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75. Ps. lxvi.

ING the great Jehovah's praise;
Trophies to His glory raise :
Say, how wonderful Thy deeds!
Lord, Thy power all power exceeds!

2 Let the many-peopled earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Worship our eternal King:
Hymns unto His honour sing.

SANDYS.*

3 We, through fire, with flames embraced,
We, through raging floods have passed;
Yet, by Thy conducting hand,
Brought into a wealthy land.

4 We will to Thy House repair,
Worship, and Thy power declare:
Offerings on Thine altar lay;
All our vows devoutly pay.

2 He is our strength; He is our King:

He will His church to glory bring :

To God the Father, Spirit, Son,
Be everlasting honour done :

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18 His arm brought alvation. IR. HEN

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EJOICE to-day, with one accord
Sing out with exultation ;

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Rejoice, and praise our mighty Lord
Whose arm hath brought salvation
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of His name ;
For He is God alone,

Who hath His mercy shown;
Let all His saints adore Him!

2 When in distress to Him we cried,
He heard our sad complaining.
Oh, trust in Him, whate'er betide;
His love is all sustaining.

Triumphant songs of praise
To Him our hearts shall raise
Now every voice shall say,
"O praise our God alway:

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Let all His saints adore Him !"

3 Rejoice to-day, with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice, and praise our mighty Lord
Whose arm hath brought salvation
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of His name!
For He is God alone

Who hath His mercy shown;
Let all His saints adore Him!

LONGING TO PRAISE.

C.M.

H. BONAR.*

19 His praise shall continually be in my mouth.

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Ps. xxxiv. I.

ILL Thou my life, O Lord my God,
In every part with praise,

FILL

That my whole being may proclaim
Thy being and Thy ways.

2 Not for the lip of praise alone,
Nor even the praising heart,
I ask, but for a life made up
Of praise in every part.,-

3 Praise in the common words I speak,
Life's common looks and tones,
In intercourse at hearth or board
With my beloved ones.

4 Not in the temple crowd alone,
Where holy voices chime,
But in the silent paths of earth,
The quiet rooms of time.

5 Fill every part of me with praise ;
Let all my being speak

Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord!
Poor though I be, and weak.

6 So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, even me,
Receive the glory due,

And so shall I begin on earth

The song for ever new.