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In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

JOSEPH HART.

This gifted and warm-hearted man was forty-eight years of age before he began to preach. The Independent Chapel, Jewin Street, London, was the scene of his brief ministrations, but during the eight years of his public career he had attained an uncommon popularity; and when he was buried in Bunhill Fields, it is said that twenty thousand persons were present. Over his grave they sang his own hymn,

"Sons of God, by blest adoption."

He was born about 1712, and died May 24, 1768.*

Gethsemane.

Jesus, while He dwelt below,

As divine historians say,
To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron's brook it lay;
In this place He loved to be,
And 'twas named Gethsemane.

'Twas a garden, as we read,
At the foot of Olivet,
Low and proper to be made

The Redeemer's lone retreat:

When from noise He would be free,

Then He sought Gethsemane.

Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;

Gadsby's "Memoirs of Hymn Writers."

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Soon, by Satan's counsel led, '
Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death;
But of life, the healing tree

Grows in rich Gethsemane.

Hither, Lord, Thou didst resort,
Ofttimes with thy little train;
Here wouldst keep thy private court:
Oh! confer that grace again:
Lord, resort with worthless me,
Ofttimes to Gethsemane.

True, I can't deserve to share
In a favour so divine;

But since sin first fix'd Thee there,
None have greater sins than mine;
And to this my woful plea,
Witness thou, Gethsemane!-

Sins against a holy God,

Sins against His righteous laws,
Sins against His love, His blood,
Sins against His name and cause,—
Sins immense as is the sea:
-Hide me, O Gethsemane!

Saviour! all the stone remove
From my flinty, frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love,

Pierce it with Thy mercy's dart :

Wound the heart that wounded Thee;
Break it in Gethsemane.

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TOPLADY.

The terrors of law and of God

With me can have nothing to do;
My Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view.

The work which His goodness began
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is yea and Amen,

And never was forfeited yet:

Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from His love.

My name from the palms of His hands,
Eternity will not erase:

Impress'd on His heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace;
Yes, I to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
The glorified spirits in heaven.

The Rock of Ages.

Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labours of my hands,
Can fulfil Thy law's demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cl`ng;

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Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly-
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death;
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne-
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

A Meditation in Sickness.

When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay;
'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.

Sweet to look inward and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.

Sweet to look back and see my name

In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward and behold

Eternal joys my own.

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that His blood

My debt of sufferings paid.

Sweet on His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;

Sweet to experience day by day,
His Spirit's quick'ning breath.

Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.

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