8 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;

The trembling earth deserts her place,-
Her rooted pillars shake.

4 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Savior's blood.

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To whom should we go? 1 Ah! whither should I go,

Burden'd, and sick, and faint?

To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Savior bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay ?

He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.

2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part,

Which will not let the Savior take
Possession of my heart?
Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the vail away.

8 I now believe, in thee,

Compassion reigns alone;

SHAWMUT can be substituted for this tune.

According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!

In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove: Remove it and I shall declare That God is only love.

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The Day-star from on high. 1 My former hopes are fled; My terror now begins: I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly ?

I hear the thunder roar ;-
The law proclaims destuction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom:
But, hark! a friendly whisper says,
Flee from the wrath to come.

4 With trembling hope, I see
A glimmering from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.

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3 Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

The honor and safety of a nation.
1 Great is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand :-
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.
3 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair;

We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliv'rance there.

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The shield of faith.

1 Soldiers of Christ, lay hold On faith's victorious shield; Arm'd with that adamant and gold, Be sure to win the field: 2 If faith surround your heart, Satan shall be subdued; Repell'd his every fiery dart, And quench'd with Jesus' blood. 3 Jesus hath died for you;

What can his love withstand? Believe, hold fast your shield, and who Shall pluck you from his hand? 4 Believe that Jesus reigns;

All power to him is given: Believe, till freed from sin's remains; Believe yourselves to heaven.

The violent take it by force. 10 may thy powerful word Inspire a feeble worm To rush into thy kingdom, Lord, And take it as by storm. 2 O may we all improve

The grace already given, To seize the crown of perfect love, And scale the mount of heaven.

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Devote, O Lord, to thee;

And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.

The glorious gospel.

1 The nations of the earth,

Almighty Lord, are thine;

And in thy works from nature's birth,
Thy radiant glories shine.

2 Thy love hath also sent
Thy Gospel to our race;
Unveiling thy divine intent
Of rich redeeming grace.
3 When shall these tidings roll
The spacious earth around,
And every tribe and every soul
Receive the joyful sound?
SILVER STREET. if preferred.

4 When shall the wand'rers meet,
That now in darkness rove,

And, gathered round Immanuel's feet,
Sing of his saving love?

5 O Lord, our efforts own,

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To spread the gospel rays;

And rear, on sin's demolished throne, The temples of thy praise.

The laborers are few.

1 Lord of the harvest, hear
Thy needy servants' cry;
Answer our faith's effectual prayer,
And all our wants supply.

2 On thee we humbly wait,-
Our wants are in thy view;
The harvest, truly, Lord, is great,
The laborers are few.

3 Convert and send forth more

Into thy Church abroad,

And let them speak thy word of power,
As workers with their God.

4 0 let them spread thy name,-
Their mission fully prove;
The universal grace proclaim,-
Thine all-redeeming love.

3 We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;

But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

221 Laborers in the vineyard of the Lord. 1 And let our bodies part,

To diff'rent climes repair;
Inseparably join'd in heart
The friends of Jesus are.

2 O let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below;

And, foll'wing our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.

8 The vineyard of the Lord
Before his lab'rers lies;

And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.
4 O let our heart and mind
Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labors end."

5 Where all our toils are o'er,
Our suff'ring and our pain:
Who meet on that eternal shore,
Shall never part again.

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Sweet communion.

1 Blest are the sons of peace

Whose hearts and hopes are one; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house

Where zeal and friendship meet: Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet. 3 From those celestial springs Such streams of pleasure flow, As no increase of riches brings, Nor honors can bestow.

4 Thus on the heavenly hills

The saints are blest above;
There joy, like morning dew distills,
And all the air is love.