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The Sabbath.

Tune-Those Evening Bells.

H My rest, may jubile, test,t,

TAIL, holy day! my brightest, best,

Thy breeze, thy bells, thy sun, thy sky,
Awake my soul to melody.

2 Welcome! those hallowing restraints
Which bind and bless obedient saints,
The gentler step, the softer tone,
The eye that looks on heaven alone.

3 Oh! never let me cast away
The 'bonds' I had in infancy;
My country's 'fetters' let me wear,
The Sabbath customs still revere.

4 And when I join the thoughtful throng,
That move with measured steps along,
To worship at the hour of prayer,
Oh! may I feel it Sabbath there.

5 Be mine the penitential dread

Which bends to earth the humbled head;
The awe which checks the thoughtless gaze,
And veils with reverent fear the face.

6 As Moses at the mount of God,
The sacred ground with trembling trod,
So may I tremble, yet rejoice,
To stay and hear Jehovah's voice.

7 And may He speak, and may I hear,
And may I love, yet loving, fear;
With favour cheer'd, with sorrow bent,
An humbled, happy, penitent.

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Tyrolese Evening Hymn.

1 OME! come! come!

Come! 'tis the hour of prayer;
And mercy lights the skies,-
God stills the evening air

That the hymns of saints may rise:
The sun has robed the west,
And the toil of man is o'er;
But nature's wearied breast
Will the Lord of all restore.

Come! come! come!

2 Bright are the lamps of love
That draw from earth to heaven;
And angel-harps above
Proclaim man's sins forgiven:
O let our praises there
In glad communion blend;
And the solemn voice of prayer
On the Spirit's breath ascend.

Come! come! come!

3 The soul must be supplied
With holy thoughts and true;
And every heart confide

That God will strength renew:
Each day fresh mercy brings,
Each night fresh love demands,
And faith on hopeful wings
Should seek celestial lands.

Come! come! come!

4 Let us then look on high,
And plead each promise given;
View mansions in the sky,
And a seat for us in heaven;

No toil or trouble then
Shall make us weary there;
Nor the bonds of sin again
Withold our evening prayer.

Come! come! come!

17.

I love Jesus.

1 HChrist hath suffered on the tree;
TARK! the gospel news is sounding,
Streams of mercy are abounding,
Grace for all is rich and free.

Chorus.

I love Jesus, hallelujah!
I love Jesus, yes I do;
I love Jesus, He's my Saviour,
Jesus smiles and loves me too.

2 Oh! escape to yonder mountain,
Now begin to watch and pray;
Christ invites you to the fountain,
Come and wash your sins away.

3 Grace is flowing like a river,

Millions there have been supplied; Still it flows as fresh as ever,

From the Saviour's wounded side.

4 Christ alone shall be my portion,
Soon we hope to meet above;
Then we'll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer's love.

18.

The Throne of Grace.

1 ROM every storm of wind that blows

Facross this waste of life,

From every swelling tide of woes,
Of sorrow and of strife,
There is a lovely calm retreat,
A sacred, holy place,

Where Jesus and His followers meet,-
'Tis at the throne of grace.

Chorus.

My prayers I often send

Up to God's holy place,

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are at the throne of grace.

2 There is a place where spirits blend
In one harmonious sound,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though distant they be found;-

A place where God dispenses peace
To those who seek his face,

And gives the troubled conscience ease,
'Tis at the throne of grace.

3 There, as on eagle's wings, we rise,
Above this world of care;

There, there we pierce the upper skies,
And breathe the heavenly air.
There we receive fresh strength to run
The Christian's holy race;

There, there we feel our heaven begun,
While at the throne of grace.

Never give up;

Though an edict may be pass'd,
Thou shalt be to lions cast,
Hold thou thy profession fast,-

Never give up.

2 When affliction is thy lot,
When distress assails thy cot;
Dark and drear thy path may be,
Crouch thou not ignobly;

God will soon deliver thee,

Never give up.

3 Think of a backsliding state,-
Think of a backslider's fate,-
He who does apostatize,
Does the better land despise,
Forfeits the immortal prize,-

Never give up.

4 Follow those who've gone before,
Who have reach'd the deathless shore;
From their lofty seats on high,

Far beyond the starry sky,

With united voice they cry,

Never give up.

5 Think of those blest men of faith,
Who resisted unto death,

With what fortitude they died,
'None but Christ,' the martyrs cried,
Ours is yet the strongest side,

Never give up.