In that bright world are mansions fair,

And all will soon be gathered there. 104. The Church.

L.M. 1 THE

saints of God are holy men,
And women good, and children dear,
All those who ever loved the Lord,

Who live in faith and holy fear. 2 They are not all together now,

For some are dead, and gone before,
And some are striving still on earth ;

While yet their trial is not o'er,
3 Great numbers are they of all states,

And born in every place and land,
Who never saw each other's face,

Nor ever touched each other's hand. 4 But they are all made one in Christ,

They love each other tenderly,
The old and young, the rich and poor,

Of that great glorious company. 5 And there shall come a blessed day

When all the good saints, every one,
Shall meet within their Father's home,

And stand before their Saviour's throne. 105.

Missionary Hymn. 7.6. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand :

From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain !

2 What through the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Java's isle,
Through every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile :-
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone !

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,
Can we, to men benighted,

The lamp of life deny?
Salvation ! O salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name! 106.

Christian Birth and Education. L.M. 1 GREAT God, to Thee my voice I raise,

To Thee my youngest hours belong ;
I would begin my life with praise,

Till growing years improve the song. 2 'Tis to Thy gracious will I owe

That I was born or. British ground,

Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,

And words of sweet salvation sound.
3 I would not change my native land

For rich Peru, with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand,

Than East or Western Indies hold.
4 How should I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance and darkness reigns;
They know no heaven, they fear no hell,

Those endless joys, those endless pains.
107.
Missionary Hymn.

7,6. 1 A ND shall we dwell together,

As children dwell at home,
And every one be happy,

And not a sorrow come?
Dark people from the islands,

Far scattered o'er the sea;
Pale men from icy deserts,

Too cold for flower or tree?

2 Yes, all shall dwell together,

Who once were far apart-
All who have served the Saviour

With hand and tongue and heart:
Yes, all shall dwell together,

As children dwell at home,
And then we shall be happy,

God's kingdom will be come.

108.

Christian Blessings. C.M,
I

THANK the goodness and the grace

Which on my birth have smiled;
That in this land I pass my days,

A happy English child.
2 I was not born, as thousands are,

Where God was never known;
And taught to pray a useless prayer

To blocks of wood and stone.

3 I was not born without a home,

Nor in some broken shed;
Like some poor children, taught to roam,

And steal my daily bread.
4 My God, I thank Thee, who hast planned

So kind a lot for me;
And placed me in this happy land,

Where I can hear of Thee. 109.

Conversion of the World. P.M.
1
THOU whose Almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,

And took their flight;
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the gospel's day
Sheds not its glorious ray,

Let there be light!

1

2 Thou who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight-
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,-
0, now to all mankind,

Let there be light!
3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving Holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight;
Move on the water's face,
Shed forth Thy heavenly grace,
And in earth's darkest place,

Let there be light !

IX. THE WORLD TO COME. 110.

The Happy Land. C.M.D. 0

HAPPY land ! O happy land !

Where saints and angels dwell; We long to join that glorious band,

And all their anthems swell. But every voice in yonder throng

On earth has breathed a prayer; No lips untaught may join that song,

Or learn the music there. 2 Thou heavenly Friend! Thou heavenly Friend !

O hear us when we pray !
Now let Thy pardoning grace descend
And take our sins away.