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Sweet in His righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day,

His Spirit's quickening breath.

Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end ;
Sweet on His covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

Sweet in the confidence of faith
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hand,
And have no will but His.

Sweet to rejoice in lively hope

That when my change shall come,

Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

There shall my dis-imprison'd soul
Behold Him and adore ;

Be with His likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more:

Shall see Him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;

His love intense, His merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound!
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At His right hand be found.

These eyes shall see Him in that day;
The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee!

If such the views which grace unfolds, Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the Church above, In Jesu's presence, know!

If such the sweetness of the stream,
What must that fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee!

may

the unction of these truths

Forever with me stay ;

Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd,

My spirit flies away!

"CHRIST IN YOU, THE HOPE OF
GLORY."

UPREME High-Priest, the pilgrim's light,

My heart for Thee prepare ;

Thine image stamp, and deeply write
Thy superscription there:

Ah, let my forehead bear Thy seal,
My arm Thy badge retain;
My heart the inward witness feel
That I am born again!

O that the penetrating sight
And eagle's eye were mine!
Undazzled at the boundless light
Of Majesty divine:

That with the armies of the sky
I, too, may sit and sing,
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye,
The dove's aspiring wing.

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LOVE OF LOVE.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it; if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned." - CANT. viii. 7.

JOVE, in all its depth and height,
I will sing, and never weary,-
Love, which maketh life so bright,
And the drooping heart so cheery,-
Love, whose fountain is with God,

And whose streams, in Christ descending,
Flow where'er His footsteps trod,

With all human blessings blending.

Love, in all its strength and might,
I will sing, and I will prove it;
Love eternal, infinite,

Loveth me, and I will love it.
All I am, or hope to be,

From that fount of life descending,

Riseth like a well in me,

Ever fresh and never ending.

Sunbeams dancing on the sea,

South wind blowing o'er the meadow, Bird and blossom on the tree,

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Summer shine and summer shadow, — Outward glancings of the Love

That within, in fadeless beauty, Lights and leads my steps above, Up the rugged paths of duty.

Love! my God and King Thou art!
Ever will I bow before Thee;
Ever shall this grateful heart

Own Thy kingdom and adore Thee; Neither life nor death can e'er

From Thy love, my Saviour, sever; Love hath made the sinner dear,

And that love endureth ever.

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