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A Vision of the Lamb.

1 ALL mortal vanities, be gone,

WATTS.

Nor tempt my eyes nor tire my ears;
Behold, amidst the eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears!

2 Lo, he receives a sealed book

From him that sits upon the throne! Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

On dark decrees and things unknown.

3 All the assembling saints around

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Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound

Address their honors to his name. 4 The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills; "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals." 5 Our voices join the heavenly strain,

And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King!"

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BOOK V.

TIMES, AND SEASONS, AND

OCCASIONS.

SECTION I.

(p. 423.)

PUBLIC OCCASIONS.

SECTION II.

(p. 524.)

PRIVATE OCCASIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.

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1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day that God hath blest.

2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies,

And draw from Heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows!

3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day

In holy pleasures-pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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L. M.

Sabbath Morning.

J. Q. ADAMS.

1 HARK! 'tis the holy temple's bell;
The voice that summons me to prayer:
My heart, each roving fancy quell;
Come, to the house of God repair.

2 There, while, in orison sublime,

Souls to the throne of God ascend, Let no unhallowed child of time

Profane pollutions with them blend.

3 How for thy wants canst thou implore,
Crave for thy frailties pardon free,
Of praise the votive tribute pour,
Or bend, in thanks, the grateful knee,

4 If, from the awful King of kings,

Each bawble lures thy soul astray? If to this dust of earth it clings,

And, fickle, flies from heaven away?

5 Pure as the blessed seraph's vow,
O, let the sacred concert rise;
Intent with humble rapture bow,
Adore the Ruler of the skies.

6 Bid earth-born atoms all depart;
Within thyself collected, fall;
And give one day, rebellious heart,
Unsullied to the Lord of all.

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