We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. HYMN 206. L. M. WATTS. Portugal, Shoel. Justice and equity. Matt. vii. 12. B How righteous is this rule of thine, LESSED Redeemer! how divine, "Never to deal with others worse Than we would have them deal with us !" 2 This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind nor memory pain, And every conscience must approve This universal law of love. 3 Is reason ever at a loss?— Call in self-love to judge the cause; Let our own fondest passion show How we should treat our neighbor too. 4 How bless'd would every nation prove, Thus rul'd by equity and love! All would be friends, without a foe, And form a paradise below. HYMN 207. C. M. WATTS. York, Braintree. Love to God. 1 Cor. xiii. 8. HA APPY the heart where graces reign, Love is the brightest of the train, 2 This is the grace that lives and sings, 3 Before we quite forsake our clay, 1 HYMN 208. C. M. Dundee, Zion. 1 Cor. ii. 9. NYE hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, E From fancy 'tis conceal'd, What thou, my Lord, hast laid in store, 2 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, 3 Then should I fly far hence away,. Then should my Lord put forth his hand, 4 Then should my soul with angels feast On joys that always last; Bless'd be my God, the God of joy, HYMN 209. L. M. D. W. B. TAPPAN. TH Haverhill, Philadelphia. THE ransom'd spirit to her home, The clime of cloudless beauty, flies; No more on stormy seas to roam, She hails her haven in the skies: But cheerless are those heav'nly fields, The cloudless clime no pleasure yields, There is no bliss in bow'rs above, If thou art absent, HOLY LOVE! 2 The cherub near the viewless throne Hath smote the harp with trembling hand; And One with incense-fire hath flown, 3 Earth, sea, and sky one language speak, 167 HYMN 210. 8s. Consolation, Dismission. Love to Christ. FRANCIS. MY gracious Redeemer I love, His praises aloud I'll proclaim; And join with the armies above, 2 He freely redeem'd, with his blood, - My Jesus, my Saviour, my King. 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns, *Your pride with disdain I survey; Your pomps are but shadows and sounds; And pass in a moment away: The crown that my Saviour bestows, Yon permanent sun shall outshine; My joy everlastingly flows My God, my Redeemer is mine. HYMN 211. L. M. WATTS. Bath, Leeds. Love to Christ present or absent. Of all the joys we mortals know, Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest; 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, 5 Jesus, our God, descend and come; Our eyes would dwell upon thy face; "Tis heav'n to see our Lord at home, And feel the presence of his grace. HYMN 212. 7s. NEWTON. Pleyel's, Bath-Abbey. Lovest thou me ? 'T'S John xxi. 15. IS a point I long to know, |