5 At last the ransom'd church, complete,
Is glorified throughout;
Again they bow at Jesu's feet,
And Hallelujah shout.

6 Ere long I hope to join the throng,
To bow before the King,
And, in one everlasting song,
My Hallelujah bring.

104.

L. M.

1 TRUE! 'tis a rough and thorny road That leads us to the saints' abode; But when our Father's house we gain, "Twill make amends for all our pain.

2 And though we feel our present grief,
In hope we find a sweet relief;
For hope anticipates the day
When all our grief shall pass away.

3 And what is all we suffer now,
Or all we can endure below,

To that bright day when Christ shall

come,

And take His weary pilgrims home?

4 Then let us walk, without complaint,
The thorny road, and never faint;
Though now by weariness opprest,
The end is everlasting rest.

105.

JOHN xvi. 16.

6.8s.

1 "A LITTLE while"-our Lord shall

come,

And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Where He for us has gone before—
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.

2 "A little while"-He'll come again!
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.
Watching and ready may we be,
As those who long their Lord to see.

3 "A little while"-'t will soon be past, Why should we shun the shame and cross?

O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss:
O how will recompense His smile,
The sufferings of this "little while."

4"A little while"-come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy Bride has tarried long;
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song,
To see Thy glory, and to be
In every thing conform'd to Thee!

106.

EASTER DAY.

6. 6. 8.

1 The happy morn is come;
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Almighty now to save.
Captivity is captive led,

Since Jesus liveth who was dead.

2 Who now accuseth them,

For whom the Surety died?
Or who shall those condemn,
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity, &c.

3 Christ hath the ransom paid,
The glorious work is done:
On Him our help is laid,
The victory is won:

Captivity, &c.

3 Hail Thou triumphant Lord!
The Resurrection Thou;

Hail Thou incarnate Word!
Before Thy throne we bow:
Captivity, &c.

1 The night is wearing fast away,

The glorious day is dawning,

P. M.

When Christ shall all His grace displayThe fair millennial morning.

2 Gloomy and dark the night hath been,
And long the way, and dreary,
And sad the weeping saints are seen,
And faint, and worn, and weary.

3 Ye mourning pilgrims! dry your tears,
And hush each sigh of sorrow ;
The light of that bright morn appears,
The long sabbatic morrow.

4 Lift up your heads-behold from far
A flood of splendour streaming;
It is "the bright and morning star,"
In living lustre beaming.

5 He comes! the Bridegroom promis'd long;

Go forth with joy to meet Him,
And raise the new and nuptial song,
In cheerful strains to greet Him.

6 Adorn thyself, the feast prepare ;
With hallelujahs swelling,

He comes, with thee all joys to share,
In His all-glorious dwelling.

108.

1 When Israel, by divine command, The pathless desert trod,

C. M.

They found, through all that barren land,
A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd the road,

And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rock the water flow'd, And manna was their meat.

3 Like them we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse pow'rs;
Like them we pass a desert too;
But Israel's God is our's.

4 His word a light before us sheds,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.

5 Jesus, the bread of life, is giv'n, To be our daily food;

And from the Rock that once was riv'n We drink the streams of God.

6 Lord 'tis enough, I ask no more, These blessings are divine;

I envy not the worldling's store, Since Christ and heaven are mine.

109.

P. M.

1 PRAISE ye Jehovah! Praise the Lord

most holy,

Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak;