5 Go on rejoicing night and day; Your crown is yet before, Defy the trials of the way, The storm will soon be o’er. 6 Soon we shall reach the promised land, With all the ransomed race, And join with all the glorious band, To sing redeeming grace. 487 C. M. Planting a church. 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. 488 C. M. The unity of the Spirit. Eph. 4:3. Blessed be the dear uniting love, That will not let us part; Our bodies may far off remove— We still are one in heart. 2 Joined in one Spirit to our Head, Where he appoints, we go; And still in Jesus’ footsteps tread, And show his praise below. 3 Partakers of the Saviour’s grace, The same in mind and heart; Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, Nor life, nor death, can part. 489 C. M. We will serve the Lord. Josh. 24:15. Ye men and angels, witness now— Before the Lord we speak, To him we make our solemn vow— A vow we dare not break: 2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield; Nor from his cause will we depart, Or ever quit the field. 3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely; May he, with our returning wants, All needful aid supply. 4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways; And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise. 490 C. M. Restore such a one, etc. Gal. 6:1. Think gently of the erring one! O, let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet. 2 Heir of the same inheritance, Child of the self-same God, He hath but stumbled in the path We have in weakness trod. 3 Speak gently to the erring ones! We yet may lead them back, With holy words and tones of love, From misery’s thorny track.