2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, Streams of mercy find their way: Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Waking beauty from decay. O, ye nations, Hail the long-expected day. 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, All-enriching as it goes, Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure, Buds and blossoms as the rose; Lo! the desert Sings for joy where’er it flows. 463 12s. The house of the Lord. You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale, Of the silvery streamlets and flowers of the vale; But the place most delightful this earth can afford, Is the place of devotion, the house of the Lord. 2 You may boast of the sweetness of day’s early dawn, Of the sky’s softening graces when day is just gone; But there’s no other season or time can compare, With the hour of devotion, the season of prayer. 3 You may value the friendships of youth and of age, And select for your comrades the noble and sage; But the friends that most cheer me on life’s rugged road, Are the friends of my Master, the children of God. 4 You may talk of your prospects, of fame, or of wealth, And the hopes that oft flatter the favorites of health; But the hope of bright glory, of heavenly bliss— Take away every other, and give me but this. 5 Ever hail, blessed temple, abode of my Lord! I will turn to thee often, to hear from his word; I will walk to thine altar with those that I love, And rejoice in the prospects revealed from above. 464 8s, 7s & 4s. Mount Zion, etc. Psalm 125:1. Zion stands with hills surrounded— Zion kept by power divine; All her foes shall be confounded, Though the world in arms combine: Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine. 2 Every human tie may perish; Friend to friend unfaithful prove; Mothers cease their own to cherish; Heaven and earth at last remove; But no changes Can attend Jehovah’s love. 3 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee; Thou art precious in his sight: God is with thee— God, thine everlasting light. OFFICERS. 465 L. M. Go ye into all the world. Mark 16:15. Ye Christian heralds! go, proclaim Salvation through Immanuel’s name; To distant climes the tidings bear, And plant the rose of Sharon there. 2 He’ll shield you with a wall of a fire, With holy zeal your hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And hush the tempest into peace.