But oh! while saints and angels high
Thy final triumph share,

Amidst Thy followers, Lord, shall I,
Though last and meanest there,
Receive a place, and feebly raise
A faint hosanna to Thy praise?

R. Grant.

"TO KNOW THE LOVE OF CHRIST."

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HE God of glory dwells on high,

He rules the armies of the sky;

Ten thousand thousand round Him

Obedient to their King's command.

The God of glory, moved by love,
Descends in mercy from above;
And He, before whom angels bow,
Is found a man of grief below.

This love is great, too great for thought,
Its length and breadth in vain are sought;
No tongue can tell its depth and height,
The love of God is infinite.

But though His love no measure knows,
The Saviour to His people shows
Enough to give them joy, when known;
Enough to make their hearts His own.

Constrain❜d by this, they walk with Him,
His love, their most delightful theme;
To glorify Him here, their aim;
Their hope, in heaven to praise His name.

Kelly.

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OH THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE!"

ZION! when I think on thee,

I long for pinions like the dove, And mourn to think that I should be So distant from the place I love.

A captive here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh:
To Zion all the ransom'd come,

And see the Saviour eye to eye.

While here, I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends
Are, like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

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But yet we shall behold the day
When Zion's children shall return ;
Our sorrows then shall flee away,

And we shall never, never mourn.

The hope that such a day will come,

Makes even the captive's portion sweet;
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

Kelly.

THE THINGS THAT ARE NOT SEEN ARE

ETERNAL."

HERE is a state unknown, unseen,
Where parted souls must be;

And but a step may be between

That world of souls and me.

The friend I loved has thither fled,
With whom I sojourn'd here:
I see no sight, I hear no tread;
But may she not be here?

I see no light, I hear no sound,
When midnight shades are spread;
Yet angels pitch their tents around,
And guard my quiet bed.

The Saviour whom I long have sought,
And would, but cannot see-

And is He here? O wondrous thought!

And will He dwell with me?

Give me to see Thee, and to feel
The mental vision clear;

The things unseen reveal, reveal!
And let me know them near.

The gathering clouds of sense dispel,
That wrap my soul around;
In heavenly places make me dwell,
While treading earthly ground.

Illume this darken'd soul of mine,
That still in midnight lies;

O let the light in darkness shine,
And bid the Day-star rise!

Impart the faith that soars on high,

Beyond this earthly strife,

That holds sweet converse with the sky,

And lives Eternal Life!

Jane Taylor.

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THAT I MAY WIN CHRIST, AND BE FOUND IN

HIM."

OME, my fond fluttering heart,
Come, struggle to be free,

Thou and the world must part,
However hard it be:

My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.

Ye tempting sweets, forbear;
Ye dearest idols, fall;
My love ye must not share,

Jesus shall have it all:

'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart,
But O! thou must consent, my heart!

Ye fair enchanting throng!
Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevail'd too long,

And now I break the spell :
Ye cherish'd joys of early years;
Jesus, forgive these parting tears!