1 I love thy church, O God; Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 2 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 3 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise. 4 Father and Friend divine, Our Saviour and our King, Thy hand, from every snare and foe, Shall great deliverance bring. 5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. 658. C. M. S. F. Smith. Christian Fellowship. 1 Planted in Christ, the living vine, This day with one accord, Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, We yield to thee, O Lord. 2 Joined in one body may we be: One inward life partake; One be our heart; one heavenly hope In every bosom wake. 3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, One Wisdom be our guide; Taught by one Spirit from above, In thee may we abide. 4 Around this feeble, trusting band Thy sheltering pinions spread, Nor let the storms of trial beat Too fiercely on our head. 5 Then, when, among the saints in light, Our joyful spirits shine, Shall anthems of immortal praise, O Lamb of God, be thine. 659. S. M. Fawcett. Christian Fellowship. 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 From sorrow, toil, and sin, Soon shall we all be free, And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. 660. 7s. M. Montgomery. Joined to God's People. 1 People of the living God, I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found. 2 Now to you my spirit turns,-- Turns, a fugitive unblest; Brethren, where your altar burns, O, receive me into rest. 3 Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave. 661. L. M. Anonymous. On Receiving Members. 1 Lord, we adore thy wondrous grace, Who crown'st the gospel with success; Subjecting sinners to thy yoke, And bringing to the fold thy flock.