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REJOICING.

2 Sinners from earth’s remotest end
Come bending to thy feet;
To thee their prayers and praise ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.
3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around,
Sweetly the sacred odors spread
Through all Emmanuel’s ground.
4 Thou art their triumph and their joy.
They find their all in thee ;
Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.
293 C. M.
Christ the door.
1 HTHUS saith the Shepherd of the sheep.
* ‘I am the sacred door ;
In the fair pastures which I keep,
There’s life for evermore.
2 ‘My tender care shall keep them free
From dangers night and day ;
My power their strong defence shall be,
From every beast of prey.
3 ’I will enrich them with my grace,
And feed them with my love;
Their souls shall find a joyful place
In the bright fields above.
4 ‘Come, then, my little purchased flockp
Dear objects of my care,
And let this promise be your hope,
While you are feeding here.’