4 These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

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C. M.

Marlow.

Joy in God. - STEELE.

1 FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise
In rapture-breathing sounds,
Range o'er the limits of the skies,
O'er heaven's eternal bounds.

2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 O, then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

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To those bright scenes where pleasures spring
Immortal in the skies.

C. M.

Delight in God. -DR. RYLAND.

1 O LORD, I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;

To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2 When all created streams are dried,

Thy fulness is the same:

May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.

Arlington.

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3 No good in creatures can be found
But may be found in thee;

I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee,
I triumph and adore ;

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and praise thee more.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.-WATTS.

1 COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.

3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
Should sound his praise abroad.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

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

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

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C. M.

Sun of Righteousness. - BEDDOME.

Nichols.

1 RISE, glorious Sun, supremely bright,
Diffuse thy rays abroad;

Scatter the shades of gloomy night,
And show the heavenly road.

2 With healing in thy wings, arise
On this dark soul of mine;
O pour thy glories from the skies,
And give me life divine.

3 Though painful thorns and fatal snares
Beset the path I go,

One ray of thine dispels my fears,
And guides me safely through.

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Nuremburg

Rejoicing in Jesus. - MADAN'S COLL.

1 Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise, and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears;
Banish all your sinful fears;

See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancelled by redeeming love.

4 Welcome all, by sin oppressed,
Welcome to his sacred rest!
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

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C. M.

Peterboro'.

God's Presence is Light in Darkness. - WATTS.

1 My God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights;

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;

Thou art my soul's bright morning-star,
And thou my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his love is mine,
And whispers I am his.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word,
And run with joy the shining way,
To me t my gracious Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Shall bear me conqueror through.

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S. M.

Rejoicing. Doddridge.

1 Now let our voices join,

To form a sacred song;

Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways
With music pass along.

2 All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way;
To him who leads his followers on
To realms of endless day.

Dover.

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C. M.

Prayer. - BEDDOME.

1 PRAYER is the breath of God in man,
Returning whence it came;
Love is the sacred fire within,
And prayer the rising flame.

2 It gives the burdened spirit ease,
And soothes the troubled breast;
Yields comfort to the mourners here,
And to the weary rest.

Mear.

3 When God inclines the heart to pray,
He hath an ear to hear;

To him there's music in a groan,
And beauty in a tear.

4 The humble suppliant cannot fail
To have his wants supplied,
Since He for sinners intercedes
Who once for sinners died.

L. M.

The Mercy-Seat.-N. BUTLER.

Ward.

1 How sweet, when worn with cares of life, From all its busy scenes to flee;

To leave a while its toil and strife,

And hold communion, Lord, with thee!

2 When the tired spirit seeks its rest,
'Tis there a sure repose I meet;
Tis there my wearied soul is blest,
Kneeling before thy mercy-seat.

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