SUNDAYS AFTER TRINITY.

Yet she on earth hath union

With God the Three in One, And mystic sweet communion

With those whose rest is won: Oh happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we, Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee.

Amen.

398 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God;

He whose word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for His own abode. On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove; Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age. Saviour, if of Zion's city

Let all the saints terrestrial sing With those to glory gone; For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven, are one. One family, we dwell in Him,

One church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. One army of the living God,

To His command we bow; Part of His host have cross'd the flood, And part are crossing now. Our spirits too shall quickly join, Like theirs with glory crown'd; And shout to see our Captain's sign, To hear His trumpet sound. O Jesus, be our guard and guide,

And when the word is given, Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. Amen.

I through grace a member am, Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in Thy name; Fading is the worldling s pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure, None but Zion's children know. Amen.

399 ONCE more with chasten'd In fellowship we meet;[ joy, We still are on life's stormy sea, They tread the golden street. Jesus, we bless the grace That folds them to Thy breast, While we are in the thickest fight, They in Thy presence rest. Faint are our notes of praise To Thee, our Saviour, King; They cause the crystal walls of beaven With perfect songs to ring.

401 THE saints of God, their con­

flict past,

And life's long battle won at last, No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord:

Oh happy saints, for ever blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your rest! The saints of God, their wanderings done,

No more their weary course they run, No more they faint, no more they fall, No foes oppress, no fears appal: Oh happy saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest!

The saints of God, life's voyage o'er, Safe landed on that blissful shore, No stormy tempests now they dread, No roaring billows lift their head: Oh happy saints! for ever blest, In that calm haven of your rest. The saints of God their vigil keep While yet their mortal bodies sleep, Till from the dust they too shall rise And soar triumphant to the skies: Oh happy saints, rejoice and sing; He quickly comes, your Lord and King.

And yet a living bond

Unites us all to Thee,

And binds all hearts in heaven and O God of saints, to Thee we cry; earth

O Saviour, plead for us on

high;

Of Thy great family.

O Holy Ghost, our Guide and Friend, Grant us Thy grace till life shall end: That with all saints our rest may be In that bright Paradise with Thee. Amen.

Who have obtain'd the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joys celestial rise.

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Hark, hark, the Shepherd's voice, " I come, I quickly come:" And then- one flock within one fold, One everlasting home. Amen.

LITANY FOR THE CHURCH MILITANT

400 COME, let us Join our friends 402 JESU, with Thy church abide

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While on earth her faith is tried:

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