HYMNS.

Do Thou this temple purify!

Come with thy fan to purge the floor, t To bid each lingering idol fly, Fly, to return no more.

So shall we strength, receive anew, A Saviour's name, in all His ways, Of mercy, and of judgment too,

In" soul and truth" to praise.

And, e'en in this frail house of clay, Walk in his light, and taste his love, And joyous hail the cloudless day That gilds his house above.

" If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me." JOHN xiii. 8.

Lord, since defiled our souls must be, Since in thy life no part have we, Save washed and purified by thee; O plunge us in the flood! Not in Damascus' wave of pride, Nor e'en in Jordan's holier tide, But, in the sacred fount supplied By thine atoning blood!

+ Mat. iii. 12.

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