5 Ye who believe his record true,
Shall sup with him and he with you;
Come to the feast be sav'd from sin
For Jesus waits to take you in.

6 This is the time, no more delay,
This is the glorious gospel day;
Come in this moment at his call,
And live to him who di'd for all.

HYMN 65. C. M.

Joy in the Holy Ghost.

M'My spirit doth rejoice

Y soul doth magnify the Lord,

In God my Saviour and my God,
I hear his joyful voice.

2 I need not go abroad for joy,
Who have a feast at home;
My sighs are turned into songs,
The comforter is come.

3 Down from above the blessed dove
Is come into my breast,
To witness God's eternal love;
This is my heav'nly feast.

4 This makes me abba father cry,
With confidence of soul:

It makes me cry my Lord, my God,
And that without controul.

5 There is a stream which issues forth
From God's eternal throne,

And from the Lamb, a living stream,
Clear as the chrystal stone.

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6 The streams do water paradise,
It makes the angels sing:
One cordial drop revives my heart, -
Hence all my joys do spring.

7 Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of Glory too;

Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.

8 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,

From fancy 'tis conceal'd, What thou, Lord, hast laid

And hast to me reveal'd.

up

for thine,

9 I see thy face, I hear thy voice,
I taste thy sweetest love;
My soul doth leap: But O for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove !

10 Then should I flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin;

Then should the Lord put forth his hand,
And kindly take me in.

11 Then should my soul with angels feast!
On joys that always last;

Bless'd be my God, the God of joy,
Who gives me here a taste...

HYMN 66. C. M..

Christians rejoicing in the hope and Glory of

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God.

O! we are journ'ing home to God,
Bid by the spirit come.

And in the way his children trod,

We seek our father's home.

2 We walk a narrow path and rough,
And we are tir'd and weak :

Yet soon shall we have rest euough,
In those bless'd courts we seek.

3 Nigh to the country we appear,
Stor'd with eternal bliss ;

We know we quickly shall be there,
In sight our city is.

4 Upon Mount Zion's distant top,
A Lamb our eyes behold;
'Tis Jesus, look ye children up,
He calls us to his fold.

5 We see him with his raiment red,
As though besmear'd with blood;
As newly slain he stands: he bled,
Us to redeem to God.

6 About him clad with snowy vests,
Appear a countless throng;

These are bis saints, his kings, his priests,
Who sing the eternal song.

7 How blest, how more than happy these,
Who thus their Lord attend;

We, brethren, in their host shall praise,
We soon shall there ascend.

HYMN 67. C. M.

A brief description of the Children of God in

a Dialogue.

7HAT poor despised company

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Of travellers

are these,

That walk in yonder narrow way

Along that rugged maze?

2 Ah these are of a royal line,
All children of a king ;
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And lo! for joy they sing.

3. Why do they then appear so mean,
And why so much despised?
Because of their rich robes unseen,
The world is not appriz'd.

4 But some of them seem poor distress'd, And lacking daily bread;

Ah! they're of boundless wealth possess'd, With hidden manna fed.

5 But why keep they that narrow road,

That rugged thorny maze ?

Why that's the way their leader trod,
They love and keep his ways,

6 Why must they shun the pleasant path,
That worldlings love so well?
Because that is the road to death,
The open road to hell.

7 What, is there then no other road,
To Salem's happy ground?

Christ is the only way to God,
None other can be found.

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HYMN 68. C. M.

Longing after Christ.

OMPANIONS of thy little flock,
Dear Lord we fain would be ;

Our helpless hearts to thee look up,
To thee our shepherd flee.

2 O might I lean upon that breast
Which love and pity fill,

And now become those Lambs carest,
That in thy bosom dwell.

3 How sweet that voice, how sweet that hand, Which leads to pastures fair,"

Shews Canaan's milk and honey land,
Lot of thy flock so dear.

4 Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly calls Directly come who will,

Just as you are; for Christ receives
Poor helpless sinners still..

5 'Tis grace each day that feeds our souls; Grace keeps us only pure;

And O! that nothing else but grace
May rule forevermore.

6 As one in heart let's all rejoice
The sinner's friend to praise ;
The shepherd di'd Oh! 'Tis his voice
He'll us to glory raise.

HYMN 69. C. M.

Meat and Drink indeed.

Today Imman'el feeds his sheep,

The purchase of his blood;

To day Jehovah keeps a feast,
For all the sons of God..

2 The bread of God is freely giv❜n,
The food of saints above;

That living bread sent down from heav'n
The fruit of pard'ning love.