DALSTON. S. P. M.

A. WILLIAMS.

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COME, pure hearts, in sweetest measures
Sing of those who spread the treasures
In the holy Gospels shrined;
Blessed tidings of salvation,
Peace on earth their proclamation,
Love from God to lost mankind.
2 See the rivers four that gladden
With their streams the better Eden
Planted by our Lord most dear;
Christ the fountain, these the waters;
Drink, O Zion's sons and daughters,
Drink and find salvation here.

3 Oh, that we, thy truth confessing,
And thy holy word possessing,

Jesus, may thy love adore;
Unto thee our voices raising,
Thee with all thy ransomed praising,
Ever and for evermore.

UPWARD where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent in their turning,

Round the never changing pole;
Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,-

Lift I now my longing soul.

2 Far beyond the arch of gladness,
Far beyond these clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair:
Far from pain and sin and folly,
In that palace of the holy-

I would find my mansion there.
3 Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted:

Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Son of man, they crown, they crown him,
Son of God, they own, they own him,
With his name the palace rings.

4 Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at his blessed feet:
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before his throne we meet.

Horatius Bonar.

e ter-nal rest.

SAFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face—

Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free,May we rest this day in thee.

3 Here we come thy name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May thy gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints: Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we rest in thee above.

ST. GEORGE. 7s. D.

GEORGE J. ELVEY.

In this land of sin and woe.

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LORD, remove the vail away,
Let us see thyself to-day:
Thou who camest from on high,
For our sins to bleed and die,
Help us now to cast aside
All that would our hearts divide;
With the Father and the Son
Let thy living church be one.

2 Oh, from earthly cares set free,
Let us find our rest in thee;
May our toils and conflicts cease
In the calm of Sabbath peace;
That thy people here below
Something of the bliss may know,
Something of the rest and love,
In the Sabbath-home above.

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