1 03 CL f .5 Q. * CO *•* r £tr >-D CL # w J 9 fe O fc C t-e o bfl *•* &* < fc3 o ~c5 ft E <* H CO j»* ti CO -*-» ft b! «** ^ o & "D % CD C £ (D CO CD * CL 6^4. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/devotiOOnewy J DEVOTIONAL HYMNS. SELECTED FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS. NEW-YORK : aHSOH D. F. RANDOLPH, No. 770 BROADWAY. 1866. "Una tfje ransonutr of tfje Horn sfjall return, mti rome to 2ion fcoitf) songs anfc eberlasting fcg upon tfjeir rjeaos : trjeg sfjall ofctatn jog ano filao- ■uss, anU sorrofco anti stgfjinjj stall fUe aioajj." —Isaiah 35 : 10. JOHN A. GRAY, TRINTER AND STEREOTYPKIJ, 16 & 18 Jacob St., N. Y. PKIHGETOS CONTENTS. Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide, 60 As when the weary traveller gains, 20 Be still my heart ; these anxious cares, 30 Blessed are the sons of God, 28 Call Jehovah thy salvation, 7 Cheer up, desponding soul, 3S Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat, 45 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 41 Eternal Source of every joy, 23 Fairest Lord Jesus, 42 Father, I know that all my life, 11 Father, I long, I faint to see, 74 Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 53 Forever with the Lord, oh ! can it be, 71 For what shall I praise Thee, my God and my King, 46 From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 54 Go and tell Jesus why thy heart is full, 36 God that mad'st the earth and heaven, 68 Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear, 65 Hail tranquil hour of closing day, 22 High in the heavens, eternal God, 27 I am weary of straying, oh ! fain would I rest,. . 8 I come to Thee to-night, 43 In the mid silence of the voiceless night, €2 It is the Lord, enthroned in light, 81 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep, 4S Jesus, the only thought of Thee, 39 Jesus, the sinner's friend, to Thee, 47 Just as thou art, without one trace, 51 Lead, Saviour, lead amid the encircling gloom,.. 16 Lord, I am come alone with Thee, 17 Lord, I believe ; Thy power I own, 64 My faith looks up to Thee, 33 My Father's home, my childhood's dream, 72 My God, accept my heart this day, 35 My God, I love Thee, not because, 53 My God, whose gracious pity I may claim, 6 My life's a shade ; my days, 73 My prayer to the promise shall cling, 3 My Saviour, on the word of truth, .. 61 My spirit longeth for Thee, . ... 37 My spirit on Thy care, 56 Nay, I can not let Thee go, 10 New every morning is the love, 13 No, no, it is not dying, 70 Now to the Lord a noble song, 32 Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul, 69 Oh ! how the thought of God attracts, 21 Oh ! it is hard to work for God, 9 Lord ! how happy should we be 59 VI One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 84 One sweetly solemn thought, 5 Thou! by long experience tried, 44 Thou ! from whom all mercy springs, 12 Thou ! that hear'st the prayers of faith, 29 Thou ! whose gently chastening hand, 4 Our Father ! through the coming year, 1 Poor and needy though I be, 55 Still, still with Thee when purple morning break- eth, 19 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 20 Teach me, my God and King, 25 That mystic word of Thine, sovereign Lord, . . 5 ) The wanderer no more shall roam, 52 Thou boundless source of every good, 15 Though some good things of lower worth, 67 Thy home is with the humble, Lord, 49 Thy way, not mine, Lord, 2 Thy will be done. In devious way, 13 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 14 Vainly through night's weary hours, 24 Weary, Lord, of struggling here, 40 We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen, . 70 What is this that steals upon my frame, 75 When wakened by Thy voice of power, . r »7 While dead in trespasses I lie, 03 ¥es, I do feel, my God, that I am Thine, 06 •• ^rafse ge t$e Hortj : for ft is flooti to sfnjj praises unto our CSotJ ; for it is pleasant; auto praise is comelfi."— Psalm 14T: 1. -pRGPERTV BINCETOK log: 41 It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.** Jer. 10 : 23. Our Father! through the coming year We know not what shall be ; But we would leave without a fear Its ordering all to Thee. It may be we shall toil in vain For what the world holds fair ; And all the good we thought to gain, Deceive and prove but care. It may be it shall darkly blend Our love with anxious fears, And snatch away the valued friend, The tried of many years. It may be it shall bring us days And nights of lingering pain ; And bid us take a farewell gaze Of these loved haunts of men. But calmly, Lord, on Thee we rest ; No fears our trust shall move ; Thou knowest what for each is best, And Thou art Perfect Love. GASKELL. «* Thou wilt show me the path of life." Psalm 16 : 11. Thy way, not mine, Lord ! However dark it be ; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it matters not, It leads me to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might ; Choose Thou for me, God I So shall I walk aright. 9 The kingdom that I seek Is Thiue ; so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else 1 must surely stray. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem ; Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health ; Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice In things or great or small ; Be Thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom and my all. H. BOXAR. 3. u If ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it." John 14: 14. My prayer to the promise shall cling — I will not give heed to a doubt ; For I ask for the one needful thing V» r hich I can not be happy without 10 A spirit of lowly repose In the love of the Lamb that was slain A heart to be touched with His woes, And a care not to grieve Him again ; The peace that my Saviour has bought, The cheerfulness nothing can dim, The love that can bring every thought Into perfect obedience to Him ; The wisdom His mercy to own In the way he directs me to take — To glory in Jesus alone, And to love and do good for His sake All this Thou hast offered to me In the promise whereon I will rest ; For faith, my Saviour ! in Thee, Is the substance of all my request. Thy word has commanded my prayer, Thy Spirit has taught me to pray ; And all my unholy despair Is ready to vanish away. Thou wilt not be weary of me, Thy promise my faith shall sustain ; And soon, very soon shall I see I have not been asking in vain. ANNA L. WARING 11 4. "Now no chastening for tLe present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby." Heb. 12:11. Thou whose gently chastening hand In mercy deals the blow I Make but Thy servant understand "Wherefore Thou layest me low ! 1 ask Thee not the rod to spare "While thus Thy love I see ; But oh ! let every suffering bear Some message, Lord, from Thee I Perhaps an erring wish I knew To read my future fate, And Thou wouldst say: "Thy days are few, And vain thy best estate." Perhaps Thy glory seemed my choice, While I secured my own, And thus my kind Reprover's voice Tells me He works alone ! Oh ! silence Thou this murmuring will, Nor bid Thy rough wind stay. Till with a furnace hotter still My dross is purged away ! 12 " Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." Heb. 13 : 14. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er : I'm nearer home to-day Than I've ever been before. Nearer my Father's house, "Where many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the jasper sea ; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving my cross, Nearer wearing my crown. But lying darkly between, Winding down through the nighty Is that dim and unknown stream Which leads at last to light. Father ! perfect my trust, Strengthen my feeble faith ; Let me feel as if I trod The shore of the River Deaths Carey. 13 For even now my feet May stand upon its brink- I may be nearer home, Nearer now than I think. 6. "When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my path. 1 " Psalm 142 : 3. My God, whose gracious pity I may claim, Calling Thee Father — sweet, endearing name — The sufferings of this weak and weary frame All, all are known to Thee. From human eye 'tis better to conceal Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel ; But oh! this thought does tranquillize and heal — All, all is known to Thee. Each secret conflict with indwelling sin, Each sickening fear I ne'er the prize shall win ; Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, All, all, is known to Thee. 14 "When in the morning unrefreshed I wake, Or in the night but little sleep I take, This brief appeal, submissively I make — AH, all is known to Thee. Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned ; Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand Prescribes for ills none else can understand. All, all is known to Thee. The effectual means to hate what I deplore, In me Thy longed-for likeness to restore ; Self to dethrone, never to govern more — All, all are known to Thee. And this continual feebleness — this state Which seemeth to unnerve and incapacitate— "Will work the cure my hopes and fears await. That can I leave to Thee. And welcome, precious, can Thy Spirit make My little drop of suffering for Thy sake ; Father, the cup I drink, the path I take- All, all is to known to Theo. 15 7. " He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Bhall abide under the shadow of the Al- mighty." Psalm 91 : 1. Call Jehovah thy salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty's shade, In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismayed ; There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; Guile nor violence can harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. From the sword, at noon-day wasting, From the noisome pestilence, In the depth of midnight blasting, God shall be thy sure defense. Fear not thou the deadly quiver, When a thousand feel the blow ; Mercy shall thy soul deliver, Though ten thousand be laid low. Thee, though winds and waves be swelling,, God, thine hope, shall bear through all, Plague shall not come near thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall : 16 He shall charge His angel-legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, Though thou walk in hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. Since, with pure and true affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection He will shield thee from above : Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, He will hearken, He will save ; Here for grief reward thee double, Crown with life beyond the grave. MONTGOMERY. 8. "For they that say such things, declare plainly that they seek a country." Hebrews 11 : 14. I am weary of straying — oh ! fain would I rest, In the far distant land of the pure and the blest ; Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread, Arjd tears and temptation forever have fled. 17 I am weary of hoping — where hope is un- true: As fair but as fleeting as morning's bright dew; I long for that land whose blest promise alone Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth ; O'er the pangs of the loved, that we can not assuage ; O'er the blightings of youth, and the weak- ness of age. I am weary of loving what passes away — The sweetest, the dearest, alas! may not stay; I long for that land where these partings are o'er And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving Thy love ; Oh ! when shall I rest in Thy presence above ? I am weary — but oh ! let me never repine, While Thy word and Thy love and Thy pro- mise are mine. SONGS IN THE NIGHT, 18 9. " He that overcometh shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be my son." Rev. 21 : 7 Oh ! it is hard to work for God. To rise and take His part Upon this battle-field of earth, And not sometimes lose heart. He hides Himself so wondrously As though there were no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad. It is not so, but so it looks ; And we lose courage then ; And doubts will come if God hath kept His promises to men. Ah I God is other than we think, His ways are far above, Far beyond reason's height, and reached Only by childlike love. Workmen of God ! oh ! lose not heart, But learn what God is like ; And in the darkest battle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. 19 Oh ! blest is he to whom is giveL. The instinct that can tell That God is on the field, when He Is most invisible. And blessed is he who can divine Where real right doth lie, And dares to take the side that seem "Wrong to man's blindfold eye 1 10. 44 I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me." Gen. 32 : 2fc. * Nay, I can not let Thee go, Till a blessing Thou bestow ; Do not turn away Thy face — Mine's an urgent, pressing ca3e ! Dost Thou ask me who I am ? Ah ! my Lord, Thou know'st my name f Yet the question gives a plea, To support my suit with Thee. Thou didst once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold, Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy •-• That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 20 Once a sinner near despair, Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; Mercy heard and set him free — Lord, that mercy came to me. Many years have passed since then, Many changes I have seen, Yet have been upheld till now ; "Who could hold me up but Thou ? Thou hast helped in every need ; This emboldens me to plead ; After so much mercy past, Canst Thou let me sink at last ? No — I must maintain my hold — ? Tis Thy goodness makes me bold ; I can no denial take, When I plead for Jesus' sake. J. Newtox. 11. 11 1 have learned in whatsoever state I am, there- with to be content." Phil. 4 : 11. Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that will surely come, I do not fear to see : But I ask Thee for a present mind, Intent on pleasing Thee. 21 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, To meet the glad with joyful smiles, And to wipe the weeping eyes j And a heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathize. I ask Thee for the daily strength, To none who ask denied ; And a mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at Thy side, Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee — And careful less to serve Thee much, Than to please Thee perfectly. In a service which Thy love appoints, There are no bonds for me, For my inmost soul is taught " the truth," That makes Thy children "free;" And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. AXXA L. WARING. 22 12. " Call upon me in the day of trouble : I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me." Psalm 50 : 15. Thou from whom all mercy springs I Compassionate my sufferings, And pity me That trust in Thee ! Oh ! shelter with Thy shady wings, Until these storms of woe Clear up or overblow. Thee I invoke, Thou most High, Thou All-performer ! from the sky Thy angels send ; Let them defend My soul from him that would destroy : Oh I send Thy mercy down — With truth Thy promise crown ! SANDYS. 13. v "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not con- sumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning ; great is Thy faithfulness " Lam 3 : 22, 23- New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove ; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. 23 New mercies each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven If in our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be As more of heaven in each we see : Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbor and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky. The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God. Seek we no more ; content with these, Let present rapture, comfort, ease, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go • The secret this, of rest below. 24 Only, Lord ! in Thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above ; And help us this and every day To live more nearly as we pray. KEBLE, 14. "Abide with us ; for it is toward evening, and the iay is far spent." Luke 24 : 29. 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering night. Sun of my soul I Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou art near : Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I can not live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 25 If some poor wandering child of Thine, Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, Now Lurd, the gracious work begin ; Let him lie down no more in sin. Watch by the sick : enrich the poor "With blessings from Thy boundless store : Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers pure and light. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in heaven above. KEBLE. 15. "In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths." Proy. 3 : 6. Thou boundless Source of every good 1 Our best desires fulfill : Help us to adore Thy sovereign grace, And mark Thy sovereign will. In all Thy mercies may our souls Tlw bounteous goodness see ; Nor let the gifts Thy grace imparts Kstiange our hearts from Thee. 26 Teach, us in time of deep distress, To own Thy hand, God ! And in submissive silence learn The lessons of Thy rod. In every changing scene of life, Whate'er that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with Thee. Do Thou direct our souls aright ; Help us Thy name to fear : Oh ! give us grace to w r atch and pray, And strength to persevere. Then may we close our eyes in death. Free from distracting care ; For death is life — and labor rest, If Thou art with us there. pratt's coll. 16, " I will lead them in paths they have not known." Is.42: 1G. Lead, Saviour, lead, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on : The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. 27 1 was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou ShoulcTst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on. I loved the glare of day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past yearn Sc long Thy power hath blessed me — sure it still Will lead me on, O'er vale and hill, through stream and tor- rent, till The night is gone, And, with the morn, those angel-faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. boxar's hymn book. 17. M Draw nigh to God and He will draw nigh to you." Jambs 4: 3. Lord, I am come alone with Thee ! Thy voice to hear, Thy face to see, And feel Thy presence near ; It is not fancy's lovely dream, Though wondrous e'en to faith it seem That Thou dost wait me here. 28 A moment from this outward life, Its service, self-denial, strife, I joyfully retreat ; My soul through intercourse with Thee Strengthened, refreshed, and calmed shall be, Its scenes again to meet. How sweet, how solemn thus to lie And feel Jehovah's searching eye On me well pleased can rest ! Because with His Beloved Son, The Father's grace has made me one, I must be always blest. The secret pangs I could not tell To dearest friend — Thou knowest well; They claim Thy gracious heart ; Thou dost remove with tender care, Or sweetly give me strength to bear The sanctifying smart. Thou knowest I have a cross to bear ; The needful stroke Thou dost not spare, To keep me near Thy side ; But when I see the chastening rod In Thy pierced hand, my Lord, my God I I feel so satisfied ! Now, while I tell Thee how, within, I oft indulge my bosom sin, How faithless oft I prove ; 29 No cold repulse, no frown I meet, But tender, soul-subduing, sweet Is the rebuke of Love. 18. •• Not my will, but Thine be done." Luke 22 : 42. Thy will be done ! In devious way The hurrying stream of life may run ; Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, Thy will be done ! Thy will be done ! If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, This prayer shall make it more divine : Thy will be done ! Thy will be done ! Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one Is ours — to breathe, while we adore, Thy will be done ! BO WRING. 19. " When I awake I am still with Thee." Ps. 139 : IS. Still, still with Thee — when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh, ana the shadows flee; 30 Fairer than morning, lovelier than the day- light, Dawns the sweet consciousness I am with Thee! Alone with Thee — amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with Thee in breathless adoration, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn As in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean, The image of the morning star doth rest, So in this stillness ThoU beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast. Still, still with Thee! as to each new-born morning, A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, So doth this blessed consciousness awaking, Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and heaven. "When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'er- shading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. 31 So shall it be at last on that bright morning "When the soul waketh and life's shadows flee; Oh! in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee I H. B. STOWE. 20. " Let us run with patience the race set before us In the Gospel." Heb. 12:1. As when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if 'cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still. While he surveys the much-loved spot, He slights the space that lies between ; His past fatigues are now forgot, Because his journey's end is seen. Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews. And wings his speed to reach the pn^e. 32 The thought of home his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles past: Nor any future trial fears, So he may safe arrive at last. 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus in the realms of day ; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And He shall wipe my tears away. Jesus, on Thee our hope depends To lead us on to Thine abode : Assured our home will make amends Por all the trials on the road. NEWTON. 21. ** My meditation of Him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord." Psalm 1u4 : 34. Oh! how the thought of God attracts And draws the heart from earth, And sickens it of passing shows And dissipating mirth I God only is the creature's home, Though long and rough the road Yet nothing less can satisfy The love that longs for God. 83 How little of that road, my soul ! How little hast thou gone ! Take heart, and let the thought of God Allure thee further on. Dole not thy duties out to God, But let thy hand be free : Look long at Jesus : His own blood, How was it dealt to thee ? The perfect way is hard to flesh ; It is not hard to love ; If thou wert sick for want of God, How swiftly wouldst thou move ! Be docile to thy unseen Guide, Love Him as He loves thee ; Time and obedience are enough, And thou like Him shalt be 1 FABER. 22. M And Isaac went out to meditate in the field at the even-tide/' Gen. 24 : 63. Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! Begone disturbing care I And look, my soul, from earth away To Him who hcareth prayer. 34 How sweet the tear of penitence Before His throne of grace, While, to the contrite spirit's sense, He shows a smiling face. How sweet, through long-remembered years His mercies to recall, And pressed with wants and griefs and fears To trust His love for all. How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, Beyond this fading sky, And hear Him call His children up To His fair home on high. Calmly the day forsakes our heaven To dawn beyond the west ; So let my soul, in life's last even, Retire to glorious rest. L. bacon. 23. 11 The Lord is good to all : and His tender mercies are over all His works. All Thy works shall praise Thee, Lord ; and Thy saints shall bless Thee." Psalm 145 : 9, 10. Eternal Source of every joy ! Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy presence we appear, Whose goodn-ess crowns the circling year. 35 "While, as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports the steady pole ; The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. The flowery spring at Thy command, Embalms the air and paints the land ; The summer rays with vigor shine To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts, abundant stores ; And winters softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear. Seasons and months and weeks and days, Demand successive songs of praise ; To Thee be grateful homage paid, By morning ligbt and evening shade. DODDRIDGE. 24. " Exctpt the Lord build the house, they labor in rain that build it : except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain." Ps. 127 : 1. Vainly through night's wean- hours. Keep we watch lest foes alarm ; Vain our bulwarks and our towers, But for God's protecting arm 36 Vain were all our toil and labor, Did not God that labor bless : Tain without His grace and favor, Every talent we possess. Yainer still the hope of heaven, That on human strength relies ; But to him shall help be given, Who in humble faith applies. Seek we then the Lord's Anointed, He will grant us peace and rest ; Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, Who through Christ his prayer addressed, H. F. Lyte. 25. "Whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God." 1 Cor. 10 : 81 Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye ; Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heavens espy. £7 All may of Thee partake ; Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture (for Thy sake) Will not grow bright and clean. A servant, with this clause, Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that winch God doth touch and own, Can not for less be told. HERBERT. 26. ** It is good for me to draw near to God." Ps. 73 : 23. Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve. And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. The time, how lovely and how still ! Fcaee smiles and shines on all below ; The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, All fair with evening's setting glow. 38 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm and melts in love ; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above. Nor will our days of toil be long, Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our G-od. EDMESTON. 27. " Thy mercy Lord, is in the heavens ; and Thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds. With Thee is the fountain of life : in Thy light we shall see light." Psalm 36: 5, 9. High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs. Forever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Thy providence is kind and large ; Both man and beast Thy bounty share ; The whole creation is Thy charge, But saints r ;re Thy peculiar care. 39 My G-od, how excellent Thy grace ! Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. From the provisions of Thy house, We shall be fed with sweet repast ; There mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. Life like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord, And in Thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in Thy word. WATTS. 28. u Now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be." 1 John 3 : 2. Blessed are the sons of God ; They are bought with Jesus' blood, They are ransomed from the grave, Life eternal they shall have : With the oa numbered may we be Here and in eternity. They are justified by grace, They enjoy the Saviours peace ; 40 All their sins are washed away, They shall stand in God's great day : With them numbered may we be Here and in eternity. They are lights upon the earth, Children of the heavenly birth, One with God, with Jesus one, Glory is in them begun : With them numbered may we be Here and in eternity. HUMPHREYS. 29. " Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, by the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Ghost; which He shed on us abundantly through Jesus Christ our Saviour." Titus 8 : 5, 6. Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith ! Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee ? 1 have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, And suffered once for me. Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And His availing blood : 41 That righteousness my robe shall be, That merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. Then save me from eternal death, The Spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send : By him some word of life impart And sweetly whisper to my heart, 11 Thy Maker is thy friend." The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away : Unclogged by earth, or earthly things^ I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings, To everlasting day. TOPLADY. 30. "Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me ? hope thou in God : for I shall yet praise Him for the help of llis counte- nance.' 1 Psalm 42 : 5. Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares. To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; They cast dishonor on the Lord, And contradict His gracious word. 42 Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? How canst thou want, if He provide, . Or lose thy way with such a guide ? When first before His mercy-seat Thou didst to Him thy way commit, He gave thee warrant, from that hour, To trust His wisdom, love, and power. Did ever trouble yet befall, And He refuse to hear thy call ? And has He not His promise passed, That thou shalt overcome at last ? Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to God ; Then count thy present trials small, For heaven will make amends for all. NEWTON. 31. "It is the Lord, let Him do what seemeth Him good." 1 Sam. 8 : 18. It is the Lord— enthroned in light, Whose claims are all divine ; Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. 43 It is the Lord— should I distrust Or contradict His will, Who can not do but what is just, And must be righteous still ? It is the Lord — who gives me all, My wealth, my friends, my ease ; And of His bounties may recall "Whatever part He please. It is the Lord — who can sustain Beneath the heaviest load : From whom assistance I obtain, To tread the thorny road. It is the Lord — whose matchless skill Can from afflictions raise Blessings, eternity to fill With ever-growing praise. It is the Lord — my covenant G-od, Thrice blessed be His name, "Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood, Must ever be the same. Can I with hopes so firmly built Be sullen or repine ? No gracious G-od — take what Thou wilt To Thee I all resign. T. OREEXE. M 32. * c Great is the mystery of godliness : God was manifest in the flesh." 1 Tim. 3 : 16. 44 Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, he onto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb forever." Rev. 5 : 13. Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul — awake, my tongue ; Hosanna to the eternal name, And all His boundless love proclaim. See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of His grace ; God, in the person of His Son, Has all His mightiest works undone. Grace ! tis a sweet, a charming theme — My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound : Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! Oh ! may I reach that happy place Where He unveils His lovely face ! Where all His beauties you behold, And sing His name to harps of gold ! WATTS. 45 33. " The Lamb of God which taketh away the sins •f the world ! " John 1 : 29. My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary Saviour divine : Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; Oh 1 let me from this day Be wholly Thine. May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As Thou hast died for me, Oh ! may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be— A living fire. "While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. 46 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll ; Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; Oh! bear me safe above — A ransomed soul. RAY PALMER. 34. •« Not what I will, but what Thou wilt." Mark 14 : ?6 One prayer I have — all prayers in one — When I am wholly Thine ; Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, And let that will be mine. All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In Thee I firmly trust ; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. May I remember, that to Thee Whate'er I have I owe ; And back in gratitude from me May all Thy bounties flow. 47 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed When used as talents lent ; Those talents only well employed "When in Thy service spent. And though Thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign Thy will ? No. let me bless Thy name, and say, The Lord is gracious still. A pilgrim through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed, And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest. Write but my name upon the roll Of Thy redeemed above ; Then heart and mind and strength and soul I'll love Thee for TJiy love. MONTGOMERY. 35. " Thy vows are upon me, God." Psalm 56 : 12, My God, accept my heart this day And make it always Thine, That I from Thee no more may stray, Xo more from Thee decline. 48 Before the cross of Him who died, Behold I prostrate fall : Let every sin be crucified, Let Christ be all in all ! Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace, Adopt me for Thine own, That I may see Thy glorious face And worship at Thy throne 1 May the dear blood once shed for me, My blest atonement prove, That I from first to last may be The purchase of Thy love I Let every thought and work and word To Thee be ever given, Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven ! LYRA CATHOLICA. 36. " And the disciples came and took up the body and buried it, and went and told Jesus." Matt. 14 : 12. Go and tell Jesus, when thy heart is full Of keen and bitter agony and woe, When the dear precious form of one beloved Is taken from thee — in the grave laid low 49 Go and tell Jesus, He will soothe thy grief— To thy poor sorrowing spirit bring relief Go and tell Jesus when thy sins arise In dark and dread perspective to thy sight ; " Saviour, I am unclean, unclean — oh ! save ; Oh ! cheer my gloomy way with Thy clear light." Go and tell Jesus, He will say to thee, " Be of good cheer j thy sins shall pardoned be." Go and tell Jesus when thy weak heart fails In looking through the mist of coming years ; Thou think'st of sorrow pain and loneliness And the bright world seems but a vale of tears. Go and tell Jesus, He will speak to thee, u l thy good shepherd am; oh! trust in me." Go and tell Jesus, when thy heart is glad, And hope and joy and friendships crowd thy way ; Ask for His sanctifying grace o'er all That naught may cause thy heart from Him to stray. Go and tell Jesus, making joy more bright, Shedding o'er all thy path a holier light. 50 Go and tell Jesus, so shall He be thine, And sweetly will He come and dwell with thee Tell all to Jesus, so shalt thou be His, His through all time and through eternity. "Saviour, I come: oh! teach me how to pray, Thou only canst, my life, my truth, my way." S. ROBERTS. 37. " Orist in you, the hope of glory." Col. 1 : 27. My spirit longeth for Thee To dwell within my breast ; Although I am unworthy Of so divine a Guest ! Of so divine a Guest — Unworthy though I be ; Tet hath my heart no rest Until it come to Thee 1 Until it come to Thee — In vain I look around ; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found 1 51 No rest is to be found, But in Thy bleeding love : Oh I let my wish be crowned, And send it from above I LYRA CATIIOLICA. 38. * Hereby perceive we the love of God, because He laid down His life for us." 1 John 3 : 16. Cheer up, desponding soul, Thy longing pleased I see : 'Tis part of that great whole Wherewith I longed for thee I Wherewith I longed for thee, And left my Father's throne : From death to set thee free, And claim thee for my own ! To claim thee for my own, I suffered on the cross : Oh ! were my love but known, All else would be as dross 1 All else would be as dross ! And souls, through grace divine, Would count their gain but loss To live forever mine ! LYRA CATIIOLICA, 52 39. "Unto you, therefore, which believe, He is pre* cious." 1 Peter 2 : 7. Jesus, the only thought of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter far it were to see, And on Thy beauty feast. No soun»d, no harmony so gay, Can art or music frame ; No thoughts can reach, no words can say The sweets of Thy blest name. Jesus, our hope when we repent, Sweet source of all our grace, Sole comfort in our banishment, Oh 1 what when face to face 1 Come then, dear Lord, possess my heart, Chase thence the shades of night ; Come pierce it with Thy flaming dart, And ever-shining light I ST. BERNARD. 63 40. " Return unto thy rest, my soul, for the Lor! hath dealt bountifully with thee." Ps- 116 : T. "Weary, Lord, of struggling here, With this constant doubt and fear, Burdened by the pains I bear, And the trials I must share, Help me, Lord, again to flee To the rest that's found in Thee. Weakened by the wayward will, Which controls, yet cheats me still ; Seeking something undefined With an earnest darkened mind, Help me, Lord, again to flee To the light that breaks from Thee. Fettered by this earthly scope In the reach and aim of hope, Fixing thought in narrow bound Where no living truth is found: Help me, Lord, again to flee To the hope that's fixed on Thee. Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak, Lord, once more Thy grace I seek ; Turn, oh ! turn me not away, Help me, Lord, to watch and pray, That I never more may flee, From the rest that's found in Thee. u 41. "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heary* laden, and I will give ycrn rest. 1 ' Matt. 11 : 2S. Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of mercy, joined with, power. He is able, He is willing : doubt no more. Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify ; True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh ; Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream 1 All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. This He gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Lost and ruined by the fall, If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. 55 View Him prostrate in the garden, On the ground your Saviour lies, On the bloody tree behold Him ; Hear Him cry before He dies, "It is finished!" Sinners, will not this suffice ? Lo ! th' incarnate G-od, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood, Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude ; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with His name — Hallelujah ! Sinners here may sing the same. HAET 42. " He is altogether lovely." Sol. Song 5 : 16. Fairest Lord Jesus ! Ruler of ail nature I Oh! Thou of God and man the Son ! Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou ' my soul's glory, joy, and crown ! 56 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Kobed in the blooming garb of spring ; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer Who makes the woful heart to sing. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And the twinkling starry host ; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. GERMAN CRUSADERS' HYMN. 43. "But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. 1 ' Matt. 6' : 6. I come to Thee to-night, In my lone closet where no eye can see, And dare to crave an interview with Thee, Father of love and light. 57 If I this day have striven With Thy blest Spirit, or have bowed the knee To aught of earth in weak idolatry, I pray to be forgiven. If in my heart has been An unforgiving thought or word or look, Though deep the malice which I scarce could brook, Wash me from this dark sin. If I have turned away, From grief or suffering which I might relieve, Careless the cup of water e'en to give, Forgive me, Lord, I pray. And teach me how to feel My sinful wanderings with a deeper smart, And more of mercy and of grace impart, My sinfulness to heal. And now, Father ! take The heart I cast with humble faith on Thee, And cleanse its depths from each impurity, For my Redeemer's sake. 58 44. M I am continually with thee." Psalm 73 : 23. Thou, by long experience tried ! Near whom no grief can long abide ; My Lord, how full of sweet content 1 pass my years of banishment I All scenes alike engaging prove To souls impressed with sacred love ! Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee * In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place nor time, My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. Could I be cast where Thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. MADAME GUYON. 59 45. u Having boldness to enter into the holiest, by tho blood of Jesus, let us draw near.'" Heb. 10 : 19-22. Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers prayer ; There humbly cast thyself beneath His feet, For never needy sinner perished there. Lord, I am come 1 Thy promise is my plea, "Without Thy word I durst not venture nigh ; But Thou hast called the burdened soul to Thee, A weary, burdened soul, Lord ! am I. Bowed down beneath a heavy load of sin, By Satan's fierce temptations sorely prest, Beset without, and full of fears within, Trembling and faint, I come to Thee for rest. Be Thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place ; I know no force can tear me from Thy side; Unmoved, I then may all accusers face, And answer every charge, with — " Jesus died." 60 Yes, Thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and die, "Well hast Thou known what fierce temp- tations mean : Such was Thy love ; and now, enthroned on high, The same compassions in Thy bosom reign. Lord, give me faith — He hears — what grace is this ! Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve ; He shows me what He did, and who He is, I must, I will, I can, I do believe. NEWTON. 46. " Thou shalt rejoice in every good thing which the Lord thy God hath given unto thee.' 1 Dedt. 26:11. For what shall I praise Thee, my God and my King ? For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, for health or for ease, For the sunshine of youth, for the garden of peace ? 61 Shall I praise Thee for flowers that bloomed on my breast, For joj'S in prospective, and pleasures pos- sessed ? For the spirits which heightened my days of delight, And the slumbers that fell on my pillow by night? Tor this I should praise Thee, but if only for this, I should leave half untold the donation of bliss. I thank Thee for sickness and sorrow and care, For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear. For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears, A present of pain, a prospective of fears. I praise Thee, I bless Thee, my Lord and my God, For the good and the evil Thy hand hath bestowed. The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is flown. They yielded no fruit, they are withered and gone I 62 The thorn it was poignant but precious to me, 'Twas the message of mercy, it led me to Thee I CAROLINE FRY. 47. "I came not to call the righteous, but sinners, to repentance." Luke 5 : 32. Jesus, the sinner's friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, "Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in. Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole ; Dark till in me Thine image shine, And lost I am till Thou art mine. The mansion for Thyself prepare ; Dispose my heart by entering there ! 'Tis this alone can make me clean ; 'Tis this alone can cast out sin. At length I own it can not be, That 1 should fit myself for Thee. Here now to Thee I all resign — Thine is the work, and only Thine m "What shall I say Thy grace to move ? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love I I part with every plea beside — Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died ! WESLEY. 48. " We have not an High Priest which can not he touched with the feeling of our infirmities." IIeb. 4:15. Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep For human ministry ; It knows not how to tell itself To any but to Thee. Thou dost remember still amid The glories of God's tlirone, The sorrows of mortality, For they were once Thine own. Thy risen life but fits Thee more For kindly sympathy ; Thy love, unhindered, rests upon Each bruised branch in Thee. Jesus! my fainting spirit brings Its fearfulness to Thee ; Thine eye, at least, can penetrate The clouded mystery. 04 It is enough, my precious Lord, Thy tender sympathy ! My every sin and sorrow can Devolve itself on Thee. Jesus ! Thou hast availed to search My deepest malady ; It freely flows — more freely finds The gracious remedy, bonar's hymn book. 49- "Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and Jhat the Spirit of God dwelleth in you V ' 1 Cor. 3 : 16. Thy home is with the humble, Lord ! The simplest are the best, Thy lodging is in child-like heart, Thou makest there Thy rest. Dear Comforter ! Eternal Love ! If Thou wilt stay with me, Of lowly thoughts and simple ways I'll build a house for Thee. "Who made this beating heart of mine, But Thou, my heavenly guest ? Let no one have it then but Thee, And let it be Thy rest. LYRA CATHOLICA. 65 50. " Abide in me, and I in you." John 15 : 4. The Soul's Answer. That mystic word of Thine, sovereign Lord ! Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me ; "Weary of striving and with longing faint, I breathe it back again, Lord ! to Thee. Abide in me, I pray, and I in Thee, From this good hour, oh! leave me never more, Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed, The life-long bleeding of the soul be o'er. Abide in me — o'ershadow by Thy love Each half-formed purpose and deep thought of sin, Quench ere it rise, each selfish, low desire, And keep my soul as Thine, pure a*vi divine. As some rare perfume in a vase of clay Pervades it with a fragrance not its own — So when Thou dweUest in a mortal soil All heaven's sweetness seems around it thrown. 66 The soul alone, like a neglected harp, Grows out of tune, and needs Thy hand divine ; Dwell Thou within it, tune and touch the chords Till every note and string shall answer Thine. Abide in me : there have been moments pure When I have seen Thy face and felt Thy power ; Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed, Owned the divine enchantment of the hour. These were but seasons beautiful and rare : Abide in me — and they shall ever be ; I pray Thee now fulfill my earnest prayer, Come and abide in me and I in Thee ! H. B. STOWE. 51. M Him that cometh to me, I will in nowise cast out." John 6 : 3T. Just as thou art — without one trace Of love or joy or inward grace, Or meetness for the heavenly place, guilty sinner ! come. 67 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree ; The stripes thy due were laid on me, That peace and pardon might be free — wretched sinner ! come. Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; Count all thy gains but empty dross : My grace repays all earthly loss — needy sinner ! come. Come hither bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears ; 'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears ; trembling sinner ! come. " The Spirit and the bride say, Come ;" Bejoicing saints reecho, Come : Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come: Thy Saviour bids thee come. 52. " But now, in Christ Jesus, ye who sometime were far off, are made nigh by the blood of Christ." Epu. 2 : 18. The wanderer no more will roam, The lost one to the fold hath come ; The prodigal is welcomed home, Lamb of God ! in Thee. 68 Though clad in rags, by sin denied, The Father hath embraced His child, And I am pardoned, reconciled, Lamb of God! in Thee. It is the Father's joy to bless ; His love provides for me a dress — A robe of spotless righteousness — ^ Lamb of God! in Thee. Now shall my famished soul be fed ] A feast of love for me is spread ; I feed upon the children's bread. Lamb of God! in Thee. Tea, in the fullness of His grace, He puts me in the children's place, Where I may gaze upon His face, Lamb of God ! in Thee. I can not half His love express ; Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess This blessed portion I possess, Lamb of God ! in Thee. It is Thy precious name I bear, It is Thy spotless robe I wear ; Therefore the Father's love I share, Lamb of God! in Thee. 69 And when I in Thy likeness shine, The glory and the praise be Thine, That everlasting joy is mine, Lamb of God ! in Thee. 53. "We love Him because He first loved is." John 19. My G-od, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby ; Not because they who love Thee not Must burn eternally. Thou, my Jesus ! Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace ; For me didst bear the nails and spea* • And manifold disgrace. And griefs and torments numberless . And sweat of agony ; E'en death itself — and all for one AVho was Thine eucmy. Then why, blessed Jesus Christ J Should* I not love Thee well? Not for the sake of winning heaven Or of escaping hell. 70 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward ; But as Thyself hast loved me, ever-loving Lord ! E'en so I love Thee, and will love, And in Thy praise will sing ; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Francis Xavier. 54. " A broken and a contrite heart, God, Thou wilt not despise." Psalm 51 : 17. From the recesses of a lowly spirit My humble prayer ascends. Father! hear it. Borne on the trembling wings of fear and meekness, Forgive its weakness. I know, I feel how mean and how unworthy The lowly sacrifice I pour before Thee : What can I offer in Thy presence holy, But sin and folly ? 71 For in Thy sight, who every bosom vie west, Cold are our warmest vows, and vain our truest ; Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips repeat them, Our hearts forget them. We see Thy hand — it leads us, it supports us — "We hear Thy voice — it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away, and still Thy kind- ness Forgives our blindness. And still Thy rain descends, Thy sun is glowing, Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath us blowing, And as if man were some deserving creature, Joy covers nature. Oh I how long-suffering, Lord 1 but Thou de- lightest, To win with love the wandering — Thou in- vitest By smiles of mercy, not by frowns and ter- rors, Man from his errors. 72 Who can resist Thy gentle call, appealing Te every generous thought and grateful feeling ? Oh! who can hear the accents of Thy mercy, And never love Thee ? Father and Saviour ! plant within this bosom The seeds of holiness, and bid them blos- som In fragrance and in beauty, bright and vernal, And spring eternaL Then place them in those everlasting gar- dens, Where angels walk and seraphs are the wardens, Where every flower, brought safe through death's dark portal, Becomes immortal. BOWRINa. 55. " I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh on He." Psalm 40 : 17. Poor and needy though I be, God Almighty cares for me ; Gives me clothing, shelter, food— Gives me all I have of good. 73 Ho will hear me when I pray — He is with me night and day ; When I sleep, and when I wake, For the Lord my Saviour's sake. He who reigns above the sky Once became as poor as I ; He whose blood for me was shed, Had not where to lay His head. Though I labor here awhile, Father, bless me with Thy smile ; And, when this short life is past, May I rest with Thee at last. Then to Thee I'll tune my song, Happy as the day is long ; This my joy forever be, God Almighty cares for me. boxar's hymn book. 56, " The Lc/d is my light and my salvation : whom ■ball I fear ? The Lord is the strength cf my life : of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27 : 1. My spirit on Thy care 13 lest Saviour, I recline ; Thou wilt not leave me to despair, For Thou art love divine. 74 In Thee I place my trust, On Thee I calmly rest ; I know Thee good, I know Thee just, And count Thy choice the best. Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform ; Safe on Thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me ; Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee. H. F. LTTE, 57, " Evening and morning and at noon will I pray and cry aloud ; and He shall hear my voice." Psalm 55 : 17. When wakened by Thy voice of power, The hour of morning beams in light, My voice shall sing that morning hour, And Thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. The morning strengthens into noon ; Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ; And noon and morning shall attune My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 75 When 'neath the evening's western gate The sun's retiring rays are hid, My joy shall be to meditate, E'en as the pious patriarch did. As twilight wears a darker hue, And gathering night creation dims, The twilight, and the midnight too, Shall have their harmonies and hymns. So shall sweet thoughts and thoughts sub« blime, My constant inspirations be ; A.nd every shifting scene of time, Reflect, my God, a light from Thee. BOWSING. 58. "Whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's." Roman 14 : 8. Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die ? Who, God! mv guide shall be? Who shall lead Thy child to Thee ? Blessed Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent Thy holy Son ; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead. 76 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led loy Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die. Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above ; Learn to die without a fear, Feeling Thee, my Father, near. FURNESS. 59. 11 Casting all your care upon Him, for He caretb for you." 1 Peter 5 : 7. Lord 1 how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at* heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best Could we but kneel and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer; Sure that the Father, who is nigh, To still the famished ravens' cry Will hear, in tnat we fear. 77 "We can not trust Him as we should, So chafes fallen nature's restless mood, To cast its peace away ; Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach — ■ All, all the present evil teach, Sufficient for the day. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers, Make them from self to cease ; Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction peace. KEBLE. 60. " Abide with us, for it is toward evening, and the iay is far spent.'' Luke 2-1 : 29. Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide ; The darkness thickens; Lord, with ma abide : When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh 1 abide with me I Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see; Thou who chaugest not ! abide with me ! 78 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwelt'st with Thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but to abide with me ! Come not in terrors as the King of kings ; But kind and good, with healing in Tby wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea, Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me I Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, And though rebellious and perverse mean- while, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : On to the close, Lord I abide with me ! I need Thy presence every passing hour ; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? "Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh ! abide with me! I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless, Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness : 79 Where "is Death's sting ? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me I Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies ! Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee 1 In life, in death, Lord I abide with me ! H. F. LYT£, 61. 44 1 wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in His word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning." Ps. 130 : 5, 6. My Saviour, on the Word of Truth In earnest hope I live, I ask for all the precious things Thy boundless love can give. I look for many a lesser light About my path to shine ; But chiefly long to walk with Theo, And only trust in Thine. 80 Thou knowest that I am not blest As Thou would'st have me be, Till all the peace and joy of faith Possess my soul in Thee ; And still I seek 'mid many fears, "With yearnings unexpressed, The comfort of Thy strengthening love, Thy soothing, settling rest. It is not as Thou wilt with me Till, humbled in the dust, I know no place in all my heart Wherein to put my trust. Until I find, Lord! in Thee— The lowly and the meek— That fullness which Thy own redeemed G-o nowhere else to seek. Then, my Saviour ! on my soul, Cast down but not dismayed, Still be Thy chastening healing hand In tender mercy laid : And while I wait for all Thy joys My yearning heart to fill, Teach me to walk and work with Thee, And at Thy feet sit still. A. L. WARING. 81 62. " Whom have I in heaven but Thee ? and there *s none upon earth that I desire beside thee. My flesh and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever." Psalm 73 : 25. In the mid silence of the voiceless night When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee, Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, God! but Thee? And if there be a weight upon my breast, Some vague impression of the day foregone. Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thee, And lay it down. Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill — My bosom takes no heed of what it is, Since 'tis Thy wilL For oh ! in spite of past and present care, Or any thing beside, how joyfully Passes that silent solitary hour, My God, with Thee ! More tranquil than the silence of the night, More peaceful than the silence of that hour, More blest than any thing, my spirit lies Within Thy power. 82 For what is there on earth that I desire, Of all that it can give or take from me ? Or whom in Heaven doth my spirit seek Godl but Thee? 63. ** Let Israel hope in the Lord : for with the Lord there is mercy, and in Him is plenteous redemption." Psalm 130 : T. While dead in trespasses I lie Thy quickening Spirit give ; Call me, Thou Son of God, that I May hear Thy voice and live. I know in Thee all fullness dwells, And all for wretched man : Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain 1 If Thou impart Thyself to me, No other good I need : If Thou the Son shalt make me free I shall be free indeed. I can not rest till in Thy blood I full redemption have : But Thou through whom I come to God Canst to the utmost save. 83 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain Thou wilt redeem my soul : Lord I believe, and not in vain ; My faith shall make me whole. I too with Thee shall walk in white ; "With all Thy saints shall prove "What is the length and breadth and height And depth of perfect love. WESLEY. 64. " Cast not away, therefore, your confidence, which lath great recompense of reward." Heb. 10 : 35. Lord, I believe ; Thy power I own, Thy truth I would obey; I wander comfortless and lone When from Thy paths I stray* Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears, Sometimes bedim my sight I I look to Thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light. Lord, I believe ; but Thou dost know My faith is cold and weak : Pity my frailty, and bestow The confidence I seek. 8-4 Yes, I believe ; and only Thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord, to Thy truth my spirit bow — Help Thou mine unbelief. "WREFORD. 65. M In whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace." Eph. 1 : 7. Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear, Guilty though I am, give ear: Show Thine own sweet clemency ; Spurn me not, though vile I be, From Thy blessed feet away. Here before Thee, fallen, weeping, And. with tears these torn feet steeping, Jesus, for Thy mercy's sake, Pity on my misery take, And one kind look let fall. From the cross uplifted high, My Beloved, cast Thine eye ; Turn me to Thee, heart and soul ; Speak the word of power : " Be whole, I have forgiven thee all." ST. BERNARD. 85 66. "Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief." Mark 9 : 24. Fes ! I do feel, my God, that I am Thine ! Thou art my joy — myself, mine only grief; Uear my complaint, low bending at Thy shrine — Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief! Unworthy even to approach so near, My soul lies trembling like a summer's leaf; Yet oh ! forgive ! I doubt not, though I fear — Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbe- lief! True I am weak, ah ! very weak — but then 1 know the source whence I can draw re- lief; And though repulsed, I still can plead again — Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief. Oh ! draw me nearer 1 for too far away, The beamings of Thy brightness are too brief; While Faith, though fainting, still hath strength to say : Lord, I believe : help Thou mine unbelief! J. S. MONSELL. 67. M The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance." Psalm 16:5. Though some good things of lower worth, My heart is called on to resign, Of all the gifts in heaven and earth The best, the very best is mine : The love of God in Christ made known — The love that is enough alone, My Father's love is all my own. My soul's Restorer, let me learn In that deep love to live and rest ; Let me the precious thing discern Of which I am indeed possessed : My treasure let me feel and see, And let my moments, as they flee, Unfold my endless life in Thee. Let me Thy power, Thy beauty see — So shall my vain aspirings cease, And my free heart shall follow Thee Through paths of everlasting peace. My strength Thy gift — my life Thy care, I shall forget to seek elsewhere The joy to which my soul is heir. 87 I was not called tc walk alone, To clothe myself with love and light ; And for Thy glory, not my own My soul is precious in Thy sight. My evil heart can never be A home, a heritage for me — But Thou canst make it fit for Thee. iu L. WARIXa. 68. " I will both lay me down in peace and sleep : for Thou Lord, only, makest me dwell in safety.' 1 Psalm 4: 8. God, that mad'st the earth and heaven, Darkness and light, Who the day for toil hast given, And for rest the night, May Thine angel guards defend us, Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us This live-long night 1 KFJ3E2. 69. " Bless the Lord, my soul, and forget not all Hia oenefits : who forgiveth all thine iniquities ; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; who crowneth thee with loving- kindness and tender mercies. 1 ' Psalm 103 : 2-4. Oh 1 bless the Lord, my soul ! His grace to thee proclaim : And all that is within me join To bless His holy name. Oh ! bless the Lord, my soul ! His mercies bear in mind ; Forget not all His benefits : The Lord to thee is kind. He will not always chide ; He will with patience wait ; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. He pardons all thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath ; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. Then bless His holy name, Whose grace hath made thee whole ; "Whose lovingkindness crowns thy days ; Oh I bless the Lord my soul ! MONTGOMERY. 70. " We would see Jesus." John 12 : 21. " We would see Jesus" — for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life ; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness — the final strife. We would see Jesus — for life's hand hath rested With its dark touch upon both heart and brow; And though our souls have many a billow breasted, Others are rising in the distance now. We would see Jesus — the great rock founda- tion Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace : Not life nor death, with all their agitation. Can thence remove us if we see His face. We would see Jesus — other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see : The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing — We would not mourn them, for we go t Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Saviour's side, By the Spirit sanctified ; Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, . By my love, how much I owe. 6 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark as midnight's gloomy shrcud: But when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light. Blessed Jesus ! bid me show Doubting saints how much 1 owe. R. M. M'CHEYNE. 3. 1 Peter v 1. C M 1 Lord, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. 2 If life be long, I will be glad, That I may long obey ; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day ? 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooma Than He went through before ; He that unto God's kingdom comes, Must enter by His door. 4 Come, Lord, when grace has rnarte ma Thy blessed face to see ; [meet, For if thy work on earth be sweet. What will thy glory be ? 6 Then shall I end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise. 6 My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim ; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. R. BAXTER. 4.* John vi. 37. P.M. 1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to Thee, Lamb of God, I cornel * The metre of this most beautiful hymn is one with which few are acquainted. It may, however, be sung to a long-measure tune, by repeating tie I come," 1 in the founh line of each verse It will be found arranged for music in Mr. LowuU Musou's work, Tfie Hallelujah. 8 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, \*\*% To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each Lamb of God, I come ! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt. With fears within and wars without. Lamb of God, I come ! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, Lamb of God, I come ! 5 Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,. Because thy promise I believe — Lamb of God, I come ! (3 Just as I am — Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down ; Now to be Thine, yea, thine alone; — Lamb of God, I come 1 5, Isaiah xxvi. 4. S.M I Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lilt up thy head. 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way : Wait thou His time ; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down ? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone. What though thou rulest not ? Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. 5 Leave to His sovereign sway. To choose and to command ; So shalt thou, wondering, own His way How wise, how good His hand 1 10 Far, far above thy thought, His counsel shall appear, When fully He the work hath wroi glit, That caused thy needless fear. 6. Psalm xxxi. 15. S.M 1 Our times are in Thy hand, God, we wish them there; Our life, our friends, our souls we leave Entirely to Thy care. 2 Our times are in Thy hand, Whatever they may be, Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. 3 Our times are in Thy hand, Why should we doubt or fear ? A Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. Our times are in Thy hand, Jesus the crucified ; The hand our many sins have pierced, Is now our guard and guide. 11 5 Our times are in Thy hand. We'll always trust in Thee. Till we have left this weary land, And all Thy glory see. 7. Eeb. xiL 2. 7 'a " When along life's thorny road, Faints the soul beneath the load. By its cares and sins opprest, Finds on earth no peace or rest : When the wily tempter's near, Filling us with doubts and fear, Jesus, to Thy feet we flee, Jesus, we will look to Thee. 2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne, List'nest to Thy people's moan ; Thou, the living Head, dost share Every pang thy members bear. Full of tenderness Thou art; Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; Full of power, Thine arm shall quell All the rage and might of hell ! 3 By Thy tears o'er Lazarus shed, By Thy power to raise the dead, By Thy meekness under scorn, By Th\ stripes and crown of thor^ 12 By that rich and precious blood, That hath made our peace with Grod Jesus, to Thy feet we flee ; Jesus, we will cling to Thee. Mighty to redeem and save, Thou hast overcome the grave ; Thou the bars of death hast riven, Opened wide the gates of heaven ; Soon in glory Thou shalt come, Taking Thy poor pilgrims home ; Jesus, then we all shall be, Ever — ever — Lord, with Thee. 8. 1 Thess. iv. 17. S.M. 1 For ever with the Lord ! Amen, so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to Faith's illumined eye Thy golden gates appear I 13 4 My thirsty spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. 5 Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies ; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace. 9. Barn. viii. 1. CM. 1 Xo condemnation ! my soul, 'lis God that speaks the word; Perfect in comeliness art,thou, In Christ thy glorious Lord. 2 In heaven His blood for ever speaks, In God the Father's ear; His church, the jewels, on his heart, Jesus will ever bear. 14 3 No condemnation ! precious word I Consider it, my soul ; Thy sins were all on Jesus laid ; His stripes have made thee whole 4 Teach us, God, to fix our eyes On Christ, the spotless Lamb, So shall we love Thy gracious will, And glorify Thy name 10. 2 Cor. v. 14, 15. 7, 6 1 Lord, who now art seated Above the heavens on high, (The gracious work completed, For which Thou cam'st to die,) To Thee our hearts are lifted, While pilgrims wandering here, For Thou alone art gifted, Our every weight to bear. 2 We know that Thou hast bought us, And washed us in Thy blood ; "We know Thy grace has brought us, As kings and priests to God. We know that soon the morning, Long looked for, hasteth near, When we, at Thy returning, In glory shall appear. 15 8 Lord, Thy love's unbounded! So full, so sweet, so free ! Our thoughts are all confounded, Whene'er we think on Thee : For us Thou cam'st from heaven, For us to bleed and die ; That purchased and forgiven, We might ascend on high. 4 Oh ! let this love constrain us To give our hearts to Thee ; Let nothing henceforth pain us, But that which paineth Thee. Our joy, our one endeavor, Through suffering, conflict, shame- To serve Thee, gracious Saviour, And magnify Thy name. 11. Isaiah iii. 10. S.M 1 What cheering words are these ; Their sweetness who can tell ? In time and to eternal days, "'Tis with the righteous well." 2 In every state secure, Kept as Jehovah's eye, 'Tis well with them while life endures, And well when called to die. 16 3 Well when they see His face, Or sink amidst the flood ; Well in affliction's thorny maze, Or on the mount with God. 4 'Tis well when joys arise, Tis well when sorrows flow, 'Tis well when darkness veils tlv sV.es, And strong temptations grow. 5 'Tis well when Jesus calls, " From earth and sin arise, To join the hosts of ransomed souls, Made to salvation wise." 12. Matt. xiv. 28, 29. F \i I He bids us come ; His voice we knova And boldly on the waters go, To Him our Lord and God; We walk on life's tempestuous tea For He who died to set us free, Hath called us by His word. 2 Secure from troubled waves we trc *\ Nor all the storms around us heed, While to our Lord we look ; 17 O'er every fierce temptation bound, The billows yield a solid ground, The wave is firm as rock. But if from Him we turn our eye, And see the raging floods run high, And feel our fears within ; Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail, Reason and unbelief prevail, And sink us into sin. Lord, we our belief confess, Our little spark of faith increase, That we may doubt no more ; But fix on Thee our steady eye, And on Thioe outstretched arm rely, Till all the storm is o'er. 13. Galatvi.9. T's 1 Faint not, Christian ! tnough the road Leading to thy blest abode, Darksome be, and dangerous too — Christ, thy guide, will bring thee through 2 Faint not, Christian ! though in rage, Satan would thy soul engage ; Gird on faith's anointed shield, Bear it to the battle-field. 2 18 3 Faint not, Christian ! though the world, Has its hostile flag unfurled ; Hold the cross of Jesus fast, Thou shalt overcome at last. 4 Faint not, Christian ! though within, There's a heart so prone to sin j Christ the Lord is over all, He'll not suffer thee to fall. 5 Faint not, Christian ! though thy God Smite thee with His chastening rod ; Smite He must, with father's care, That He may His love declare. 6 Faint not, Christian ! Jesus' near, Soon in glory He'll appear ; And His love will then bestow Power over every foe. Faint not, Christian ! look on high, See the harpers in the sky ; Patient wait, and thou wilt join- Chant with them of love divine. 19 14. Prov. xviii. 10. L.M. 1 Rejoice ye saints, rejoice and praise The blessings of redeeming grace; Jesus, your everlasting tower, Mocks at the angry tempest's power. 2 His love's a refuge ever nigh, His watchfulness as mountains high, His name's a rock, which winds above, And waves below, can never move. 3 TVhile all things change, lie changes not, lie ne'er forgets, though oft forgot; His love's unchangeably the same, And as enduring as His name. 4 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise The blessings of this wondrous grace ; Jesus, your everlasting tower, Can bear unmoved the tempest's power. 15. John xiv. 1, 2. P.M. 1 Away with our sorrow and fear ! We soon shall have entered our homo.; The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come. 20 From earth we shall quickly remove, To dwell in a native abode, In mansions of glory above, Prepared of our Father and God. 2 Ah ! who upon earth can conceive The bliss that in heaven they'll sharp, And who this dark world would not leave And cheerfully seek to be there, Where Christ is the light and the sun, And we by reflection shall shine, With Him everlastingly one, And bright in effulgence divine. 3 'Tis good at Thy word to be here, 'Tis better in Thee to be gone, And see Thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in Thy throne. All tears will be wiped from our eyes, When Thee we behold in the cloud, And echo the joys of the skies. And shout to the trumpet of God. 16. 1 Cor. xv. 10. CM 1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt, My death, was all my own ; All that I am, I owe to Thee, My gracious God alone. 21 The evil of my former state Was mine, and only mine ; The good in which I now rejoice Is Thine, and only Thine. 3 The darkness of iry former state, The bondage, all was mine ; The light of life in which I walk, The liberty is Thine. 4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, And taught me to believe ; Then in believing, peace I found, And now I live, I live. All that I am e'en here on earth, All that I hope to be, When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to Thee. H. BONAR. 17 1 Peter il 7. CM 1 We'll sing of Christ, no matter who Should disapprove the theme : When He is precious to our view, Wo can't but sing of Him. 22 2 And He is precious in the sight Of all who know His voice: 'Twas He who brought them to the light, And taught them to rejoice. 3 'Tis He who cheers them by His smile, And guards them by His power ; Who keeps them safe from force and guile, In every trying hour. 4 'Tis He who will conduct them home, Beyond the reach of ill : Where all the ransomed people come, Where saints for ever dwell. 6 Then let His people make their boast Of Him and Him alone, Who came from heaven to save the lost ; The praise be His alone. 18. Exodus xiv. 15. Vfk 1 When we cannot see our way, Let us trust, and still obey ; He who bids us forward go, Cannot fail the way to show. 23 Though the sea be deep and wide, Though a passage seem denied ; Fearless let us still proceed, Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead. 3 Though it seems the gloom of night, Though we see no ray of light ; Since the Lord Himself is there, 'Tis not meet that we should fear. 4 Night with Him is never night, Where He is, there all is light ; When He calls us, why delay ? They are happy who obey. 5 Be it ours, then, while we're here, Him to follow without fear ! "Where He calls us, there to go, What He bids us, that to do. 19. Heb. x. 37. L.M 1 "A little while," our Lord shall come, And we shall wander here no more ; He'll take us to our Father's home, Where He for us has gone before. 24 2 '* A little while," He'll come again ; Let us the precious hours redeem ; Our only grief to give Him pain, Our joy to serve and follow Him. 3 " A little while," 'twill soon be past ; Why should we shun the promised cross? Oh ! let us in His footsteps haste, Counting for Him all else but loss. 4 "A little while," come, Saviour, come ; For Thee Thy bride has tarried lung ; Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home, To sing the new eternal song. 20. Matt, xviii. 20. 8, 7, 4* 1 In Thy name, Lord, assembling, "We, Thy people, now draw near ; Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; Speak and let Thy servants hear, Hear with meekness. Hear Thy word with godly fear. 2 While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to Thee, Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor weary be ; 'Till Thy glory, Without clouds in heaven we see 25 Then in worship, purer, sweeter, Thee Thy people shall adore, Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before. Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. 21. 2 Peter m. 12. P.M 1 Oh ! haste away, my brethren dear, And come to Canaan's shore ; We'll meet and sing for ever there, "When all our toils are o'er. Oh ! that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, Oh! that will be joyful, To meet to part no more, To meet to part no more, On Canaan's happy shore; And there sing hallelujah With the friends that have gone before. 2 How sweet to hear the hallowed theme That saints shall ever sing ; To hear their voices all proclaim " Salvation to the King." Oh ! that will be, etc. 26 3 Around His throne, all jlothed in white, Will all His saints appear; And, shining in His glory bright, Will see our Saviour there. Oh ! that will be, etc. Through heaven the shouts of angels ring When sons to God are born : Oh ! what a company will sing On the millennial morn. Oh ! that will be, etc. Through one eternal day we'll sing, And bless His sacred name, With hallelujah to the King, And ' Worthy is the Lamb." Oh ! that will be, etc. 22. Rom. xxii. 20. P.M. 1 The church has waited long Her absent Lord to see ; And still in loneliness she waits — A friendless stranger she. 27- Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still in weeds of widowhood She weeps, a mourner yet. Come, then. Lord Jesus, come! Saint after saint on earth, Has lived, and loved, and died ; And as they left us, one by one, We laid them side by side : We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn; We laid them but to ripen there Till the last glorious morn. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! The serpent's brood increase, The powers of hell grow bold, The conflict thickens, faith is low, And love is waxing cold. How long, Lord our God, Holy, and true, and good, Wilt thou not judge Thy suffering church, Her sighs, and tears, and blood ? Come, then, Lord Jesus, cornel 23 "Wo long to hear Thy voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then, As now we share Thy grace. Should not the loving bride The absent bridegroom mourn ? Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord return ? Come, then, Lord Jesus, come 1 5 The whole creation groans, And waits to hear that voice That shall restore her comeliness, And make her wastes rejoice. Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted world of ours Thine own fair world again. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come I H. EONAR. 23. Cant, viii. 5. P.M. 1 holy Saviour 1 Friend unseen ! Since on thy arm thou bid'st us lean, Help us throughout life's changing scene By faith to cling to Thee. 29 2 Blest with this fellowship divine, Take what Thou wilt, we'll not repine For, as the branches to the vine, We only cling to Thee. 3 Though far from home, fatigued, opprest, Here we have found a place of rest ; As exiles still, yet not unblest, Because we cling to Thee. 4 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove. With patient, uncomplaining love, Still can we cling to Thee. 5 Though oft we seem to tread alone Life's dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown, Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone. Whispers, "Still cling to Me 1" 6 Though faith and hope are often tried, We ask not, need not, aught beside, So safe, so calm, so satisfied The souls that cling to Thee. 30 T They fear not Satan, nor the grave, They know Thee near, and strong to save With Thee all danger they can brave, Because thy cling to Thee. 8 Blest is our lot, whate'er befall ; "Who can affright, or who appal ; Since as our strength, our Bock, our all, Jesus, wo i ling to Thee? 24. Galat. vl 14. CM 1 Let worldly minds the world pursue ; What are its charms to me ? Once I admired its trifles too, But grace has set me free. 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, No more content afford; Far from my heart be joys like these, Now I have seen the Lord. 3 As by the light of opening day The stars are all concealed, So ^earthly pleasures fade away When Jesus is revealed. 31 Creatures no more divide my choice, I bid you all depart ; His name, and love, and gracious word, Have fixed my roving heart. 25. Galatm. 13. CM. 1 Blessed be God, for ever blest, And glorious be His name ! His Son He gave, our souls to save From everlasting shame. 2 Had T worn sackcloth, and in dust Cast myself humbly down, Covered my miserable head With ashes for a crown, 3 This could not save me from the curse, Nor end the endless pain, Xor quench the fire, nor ease the heart, Nur wipe away one stain. 4 Th' Eternal Life His liie laid down, Such was the wondrous plan. And God, the blessed God, was made A curse for cursed man. 32 5 Our flesh He took, our sins He bore, Himself for us He gave ; His woes were ours, and we with Him "Were buried in one grave. 6 With Him we rose, with Him we live With Him we sit above, With Him for ever we shall share The Father's boundless love. 7 Bless, then, Jehovah's blessed name, And bless our blessed King ; And songs of glad deliverance For ever, ever sing ! 26. Matt, xl 28. Double CM 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast. I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad, I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 33 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink and live. I came to Jesus, and 1 drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light, Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright. T looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk, Till travelling days are done. H. BOXAR. 27. Ephes.v.M. CM. 1 Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee ? Oh ! height, oh ! depth of love ! With Thee we died upon the tree, In Thee we live above. 2 Such was Thy grace that for our sake Thou didst from heaven come down, Our mortal flesh and blood partake, In all our misery one. 3 34 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, Were borne on earth by Thee ; The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine, To set Thy members free. 4 Ascended now in glory bright, Still one with us Thou art ; Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor heigh 1 Thy saints and Thee can part. 5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day When, seated on Thy throne, Thou shalt to wond'ring worlds display That Thou with us art one. 28. Prov. xiv. 32. 7 £, 1 Ah! I shall soon be dying, Time swiftly glides away ; But, on my Lord relying, I hail the happy day ; The day when I shall enter Upon a world unknown. My helpless soul I venture On Jobus Christ alone. 35 2 He once, a spotless victim, Cpon Mount Calvary bled; Jehovah did afllict Him And bruise Him in my stead: Hence all my hope arises, Unworthy as I am; My soul most surely prizes The sin-atoning Lamb. 3 Soon, with the saints in glory, The grateful song I'll raise, And chant my blissful story In high seraphic lays. Free grace, redeeming merit, And sanctifying love Of Father, Son, and Spirit, I'll sing in realms above. 29. Philip. I 21. P.M. 1 Rejoice for a brother deceased, Our loss is his infinite gain ; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily chain. With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love. 36 2 Our brother the haven hath gained, Out-flying the tempest and wind ; His rest he hath sooner obtained, And left his companions behind, Still tossed on a sea of distress. Hard toiling to make the blest shore; Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more. 3 There all the ship's company meet, Who sailed with the Saviour beneath, With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er trouble and death. The voyage of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is past ; The age that in heaven they spend For ever and over shall last. C. WESLEY. 30. Rev. xiv. 13. P.M. 1 How blest is our sister, bereft Of all that could burden her mind ! How easy the soul that has left. This wearisome body behind; Of evil incapable thou Whose relics with envy I see ; No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 37 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain : The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex her again. No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay ; Extinct is the animal flame, Amd passion is vanquished away. This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immovable breast Is heaved by affliction no more ; This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain ; [t ceases to nutter and beat, It never shall nutter again. The lids she so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Sealed up in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep : The fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water aro free ; The tears are all wiped from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. C. WESLEY. 38 31. Bom. viiL 31. 7, 6. 1 Is God for ir e ? what is it That man can do to me ? Oft as my God I visit, All woes give way and flee. If God be my salvation, !My refuge in distress, What earthly tribulation Can shake my steadfast peace f 2 The ground of my profession Is Jesus and His blood ; He gives me the possession Of everlasting good. In me, and in my doing, Is nothing on this earth ; "What Jesus is bestowing Alone is truly worth. 3 For me there is provided A city fair and new; To it I shall be guided — Jerusalem the. true! My portion there is lying, A destined Canaan — lot; Though I am daily dying, My Canaan withers noi 39 My heart within me leapeth, And cannot down be cast ; In sunshine bright it keepeth, A never-ending feast. The sun which, smiling, lights me Is Jesus Christ alone ; And what to sing invites me, Is heaven on earth begun. 32. 2 Kings iv. 26. P.M. 1 Through the love of God our Saviour, All will be well ; Free and changeless is His favour, All, all is well. Precious is the blood that healed us ; Perfect is the grace that sealed us, Strong the hand stretched out to shield us, All must be well. Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well ; Our's is such a full salvation, All, all is well. Happy, still to God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, All must be well 40 We expect a bright to-morrow, All will be well ; Faith can sing through days of sorrow All, all is well. On our Father's love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living or in dying, All must be well. 33. Matt. xiv. 27. CM 1 When waves of sorrow round me swell, My soul is not dismayed ; I hear a voice I know full well, " 'Tis I, be not afraid." 2 When black the threat'ning clouds appeal And storms my path invade, That voice shall tranquilize each fear, '"Tis I, be not afraid.'' i There is a gulf that must be crossed, — Saviour ! be near to aid ; Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed, "'Tis I, bs not afraid." 41 There is a dark and fearful vale, Death hides within its shade ; Oh ! say, when flesh and hearts shall faU, "'Tis I, be not afraid." 34. John xvil 24 L.M. 1 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal rest ; Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest. 2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Thy unveiled glory to behold; Then only will this wand'ring heart Cease to be false to Thee, and cold. 3 Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Where spotless saints Thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart 13e evil and defiled no more. 4 Let me be with Thee where Thou art. "Where none can die, where none remove, There neither death nor life will part Me from Thy presence and Thy love. 42 35. MaiL vi. 10. P.M. 1 My Grod, my Father, while I stray, Far from my home, on life's rough way, Oh ! teach me from my heart to say, " Thy will be done." 2 If Thou should'st call me to resign "What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what was Thine ; — " Thy will be done." 3 E'en if again I ne'er should see The friend more dear than life to me, Ere long we both shall be with Thee ;- " Thy will be done." 4 Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father, still I strive to say, " Thy will be done." 5 If but my fainting heart be blest "With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest, — "Thy will be done." 43 6 Renew my wil. from day to day. Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, " Thy will be done." 7 Then when on earth I breathe no more, The prayer oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, " Thy will be done." 36. Horn. viii. 28. CM. 1 When I by faith the Saviour's death Behold, and know Him mine, Sweetly my rising hours advance, And peacefully decline. 2 I can not doubt his bounteous love, So full, so free, so kind ; To His unerring, gracious will Be ev'ry wish resigned. 3 Good when he gives, supremely good, Nor less when he denies; Afflictions from His gracious hand, Are blessings in disguise. 44 Inscribed in Thy fair book of life, Oh I may I read my name ! There let it fill some humble place, Beneath the slaughtered Lamb ! 37. Rev. v. 12. P.M 1 Glory to God on high! Let heav'n and earth reply, Praise ye His name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore ; Sing aloud evermore. "Worthy the' Lamb!" 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load j Praise ye His name : Tell what His arm hath done, What spoils from death He won ; Sing His great name alone ; " Worthy the Lamb J" 3 Join, all ye ransomed race, Our Lord and God to bless; Praise ye His name ; 45 In him we will rejoice, And make a cheerful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, 11 Worthy the Lamb l" What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease Praising His name : To Him our songs we bring, Hail Him our gracious King, And without ceasing sing, "Worthy the Lamb!" Let all the hosts above Join in one song of love, Praising His name : To Him ascribed be, Honour and majesty, Through all eternity: "Worthy the Lamb 1" 38. Psalm cxxxiv. 1. S.M. 1 Stand up and bless the Lord, Ye people of His choice ; Stand up and bless the Lord your God, With heart and soul and voice. 46 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear His holy name, And laud and magnify ? 3 Oh ! for the living flame, From His own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire,. And wing to heaven our thought ! 4 God is our strength and song, And His salvation ours ; Then be His love in Christ proclaimed, With all our ransomed powers. 5 Stand up and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore ; Stand up and bless His glorious name, Henceforth for evermore. MONTGOMERY. 39. Lulce xxL 28. CM. 1 Awake ye saints, and raise your eyes, And lift your voices high ; Extol the sovereign love that shews Our full redemption nigh. 47 Fast on the wings of time it flies, Its coming nought can stay : It speeds with each revolving year, With each declining day. 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. Then let the wheels of nature roll Yet onward to decay : We long to hail the rising sun, That brings th' eternal day. DODDRIDGE. 40. 1 John iv. 19. Double CM. 1 We love Thee, Lord, because when we Had erred and gone astray, Thou didct recall our wand'ring soul3 Into the homeward way. When helpless, hopeless, we were lost In sin and sorrow's night, Thou did'st send forth a guiding ray Of Thy benignant light 48 2 Because when we forsook Thy ways, Nor kept Thy holy will, Thou wert not an avenging Judge, But a gracious Father still. Because we have forgot Thee, Lord, But Thou hast not forgot, — Because we have forsaken Thee, But Thou forsakes t not. 3 Because, Lord, Thou lovedst us "With everlasting love ; Because Thou gav'st Thy Son to die, That we might live above ; Because when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven ; We love because we much have sinned, And much have been forgiven. 41. 1 John ii. 1. P.X 1 Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend ! Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. 2 When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace, Then, Saviour, plead for me. 49 3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimm'ring, guiaing ray, Still, Saviour, plead for me. •4. TVhen Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh ! plead for me. 5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. 6 When the full light of heavenly day, Reveals my sin in dread array, Say Thou hast washed them all away.— Oh ! say Thou plead'st for me ! WESLEY. 42. Rom. v. 1. P.M. I I thought upon my sins, and I was sad. My soul was troubled sore and filled with pain ; But then I thought on Jesus and was glad. My heavy grief was turned to joy agau* 4 50 2 I thought upon the law, the fieiy law. Holy, and just, and good in its decree, I looked to Jesus, and in Him I saw That law fulfilled, its curse endured for me. I thought I saw aiz angry, frowning God, Sitting as judge upon the great white throne ; My soul was overwhelmed, — then Jesus shewed His gracious face, and all my dread was gone. I saw my sad estate, condemned to die; Then terror seized my heart and dark despair ; But when to Calvary I turned my eye, I saw the cross, and read forgiveness there. I saw that I was lost, far gone astray, No hope of safe return, there seemed to be ; But then I heard that Jesus was the way, A new and living way prepared for me. 51 Then in that way, so free, so safe, so sure. Sprinkled all o'er with reconciling blood, Will I abide, and never wander more, Walking aloDg in fellowship with God. H. BONAR. 43. Isaiah lxiv. 22. S.M. 1 My sins areiblotted out, Since Jesus died for me ; My times are in a Father's hand, My steps in His decree. 2 Jesus in heaven appears, For me to intercede ; And countless benefits proclaim, " The Lord is risen indeed." 3 A little child is free Of carefulness and guile, Rests in a mother's guardian love, And waits a father's smile. 4 Father of spirits, hear, Make me this little child; May I delight myself in Thee, By no mistrust defiled. 52 44. Rev. xxii. 1T-20. S.M. 1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, Sinner, come 1 The bride, the Church of Christ proclaim To all His children, come. Let him that heareth, say- To all about him, Come ! Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come I j Yes ! whosoever will, Oh ! let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life ; 'Tis Jesus bids him Come ; 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, Declares, *' I quickly come ;" Lord, even so ! I wait Thy hour* •Tesus, my Saviour, come I 53 45. 2 Peter L 19. C.2J 1 Hope of our hearts. Lord, appear, Thou glorious star of day ; Shine forth and chase the dreary night, Y\ r ith all our tears, away ! 2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee ; Oh ! leave the Father's throne ; Come with a shout of victory, Lord, And claim us as Thy own. 3 Oh ! bid the bright archangel now, The trump of God prepare, To call Thy saints — the quick, the dead, To meet Thee in the air. 4 Xo resting-place we seek on earth, No loveliness we see ; Our eye is on the royal crown Prepared for us and Thee. 5 But, dearest Lord, however bright That crown of joy above, What is it to the brighter hope Of dwelb'ng in Thy love ? 54 6 What to the joy, the deeper joy, Unmingled, pure, and free, Of union with our living Head, Of fellowship with Thee ? 1 This joy e'en now on earth is our3 • But only Lord, above, Our heart without a pang shall know The fulness of Thy love. 8 There, near Thy heart, upon the throne, Thy ransomed bride shall see What grace was in the bleeding Lamb Who died to make her free. 46. Acts ii. 2. C."M 1 Spirit Divine ! attend, our prayer, And make this house Thy home ; Descend with all Thy gracious power, Oh! come, Great Spirit, cornel 2 Come as the light ; to us reveal Our emptiness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 56 3 Come as the fire, and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame ; Let our whole souls an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless This consecrated hour ; May barren minds be taught to own Thy fertilizing power. 5 Come as the dove, and spread Thy winga The wings of peaceful love ; And let the Church on earth become Blest as the Church above. 47. 1 Cor. hi 22. % CM. 1 If God is mine, then present things And things to come are mine ; Yea, Christ, His TTord, and Spirit too, And glory all divine. 2 If He is mine, then from His lovo He every trouble sends ; All things are working for my good, And bliss His rod attenda oG If He is mine, I need not fear The rage of earth and hell ; He will support my feeble power, Their utmost force repel. 1 If He is mine, let friends forsake, Let wealth and honor flee ; Sure He who giveth me Himself Is more than these to me. 5 If He is mine, I'll boldly pass Through death's tremendous vale ; He is a solid comfort when All other comforts fail. 6 Oh ! tell me, Lord, that Thou art mine ; What can I wish beside ? My soul shall at the fountain live, "When all the streams are dried. 48. Rev. v. 9. CM 1 Sing we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime, and land, A multitude unknown. 57 Life's poor distinctions vanish here; To-day. the young, the old, Our Saviour and His flock appear, One Shepherd and one fold. 3 Toil, trial, suffering still await On earth the pilgrim throng ; Yet learn we in our low estate, The Church triumphant's song. 4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, Cry the redeemed above, Blessing and honor to obtain, And everlasting love. 5 "Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing Who died our souls to save. Henceforth, Death ! where is thy sting ? Thy victory, Grave? 6 Then hallelujah! power and praise To God in Christ be given ; May all who now this anthem raise, Renew the strain in heaven. MONTGOMERY 58 49. Rev. xiv. 4. CM 1 A pilgrim through this lonely world, The blessed Saviour passed : A mourner all His life was He, A dying Lamb at last. That tender heart that felt for all, For all its life-blood gave ; It found on earth no resting-place, Save only in the grave. Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear The cross, with all its scorn ? Or love a faithless, evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient still, We homeward press through storm or To Zion's blessed hilL [calm, 59 5 0. Luke xxii. 42. CM L One prayer I have, all prayers in one, When I am wholly Thine, Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, And let that will be mine. 2 All-wise, Almighty, and All-good, h\ Thee I firmly trust ; Thy ways, unknown or understood. Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember, that to Thee, Whate'er I have I owe ; And back in gratitude from me, May all Thy bounties flow. 4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed When in Thy service spent 5 And tho'igh Thy wisdom takes away Shall I arraign Thy will ? No, let me bless Thy name, and say, 11 The Lord is gracious still" 60 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed ; And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest 7 Write but my name upon the roll Of Thy redeemed above ; Then, heart and mind and strength and I'll love Thee for Thy love. [soul. 51. I Peter il 25. S.M 1 I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. 2 I was a wayward child, I did not love my homo ; I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. 3 The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er desert, waste, and wild. 61 4 They found me nigh to death. Famished, and taint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one. 6 They washed my filth away, They made me clean and fair ; They brought me to my home in peace, The long-sought wanderer 1 n Jesus my Shepherd is,* 'Twas He that loved my soul, Twas He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas lie that made me whole. 7 Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ; 'Twas He that brought me to the fold. 'Tis He that still doth keep. 8 I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled ; But now I love the Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold 1 9 I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam ; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home 1 H. BONAIU 62 52. Bom. viii. 12. 1, 7, 4. 1 When I listen to Thy word, In Thy temple cold and dead ; When I cannot see Thee, Lord, All faith's little day-light fled, Sun of glory, Beam again around my head. 2 When Thy statutes I forsake, When my graces dimly shine, When Thy covenant I break, Jesus, then remember Thine ; Check my wanderings, By a look of love divine. 3 When Thy heavenly dew distils, And my views, Lord, are clear, Clear and bright from Zion's hills, Temper joys with holy fear ; Keep me watchful, Safe alone when Thou art near. 4 When afflictions cloud my sky, When the tide of sorrow flows, When Thy rod is lifted high, Let me on Thy love repose ; Stay the rough wind, When Thy chilling east wind blowa "When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears, Light me through the darksome way. Break the shadows, Usher in eternal day. J. TAYLOR. 53. Psalm cxxi. 1. CM 1 'Welcome days of solemn meeting! Welcome days of praise and prayer! Far from earthly scenes retreating, In your blessings we would share, — Sacred seasons, In your blessings we would share. 2 Be Thou near us, blessed Saviour, Still at morn and eve the same ; Give us faith that cannot waver ; Kindle in us heaven's own flame, — Blessed Saviour, Kindle in us heaven's own flame. 2 When the fervent prayer is glowing, Holy Spirit hear that prayer; When the song of praise is flowing, Let that song Thine impress bear,— Holy Spirit, Let that song Thine impress bear. 64 54. Rev. v. 6. CM 1 Earth has engrossed my love too long, 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upwards, dear Father, to Thy throne, And to my native skies. 2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits, The God! how bright He shinesl And scatters infinite delights On countless happy minds. 3 Seraphs with elevated strains, Compass the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains, With an immortal sound. 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; Jesus, my God, they sing ! Jesus, the life of both our joys, So and sweet from ev'ry string. 5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too : My heart, my ear, my hand, my tongue, - Here's jojful work for you. 65 6 I would begin the music here, And so my soul should rise : Oh ! for some heav'nly notes to bear My praises to the skies 1 7 There ye that love my Saviour, sit, There I would fain have place, Among your thrones, or at your feet, So I might see His face. 55. Psalm cxlviiL 14. P.M ] Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee I E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee 1 Though like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness comes over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! 5 66 8 There let my way appear Steps unto heav'n ; All that Thou sendest me In mercy giv'n ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee I 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy prais^ Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! 6 And when on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky; Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly ; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee ! 56. Psalm xxiii. 4. CM. 1 There is an hour when I must part With all I hold most dear ; And life, with its best hopes, will then As nothingness appear. 67 2 There is an hour when I must sink Beneath the stroke of death ; And yield to Him who gave it first, My struggling vital breath '6 There is an hour when I must stand Before the judgment-seat ; And all my sins, and all my foes, In awful vision meet. 4 There is an hour when I must look On one eternity; And nameless woe, or blissful life, My endless portion be. 5 Saviour, then, in all my need Be near, be near to me : And let my soul, by steadfast faith, Find life and heaven in Thee. 57. Acts xxi. 13. U 1 When the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me: When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me. 68 When the feeble pulse is ceasing, Start not at its swift decreasing, 'Tis the fettered soul's releasing ; Weep not i>r me. When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me: Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes ! though sin and doubt endeavor From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; — Weep not for me. 58. 2 Tim. iv. 6. P.M 1 I'm going to leave all my sadness, f m going to change earth for heaven, There, there all is peace, all is gladness, There pureness and glory are given. Friends, weep not in sorrow of spirit, But joy that my time here is o'er; J go the good part to inherit, Where sorrow and sin are no more. 2 The shadows of evening are fleeing, Morn breaks on the city of light; This moment day starts into being, Eternity bursts on my sight. 69 The first-born redeemed from all trouble, (The Lamb that was slain in the throng,) Their ardor in praising redouble ; — Breaks not on the ear the new song ? I'm going to tell their glad story, To share in their transports of praise, I'm going in garments of glory, My voice to unite with their lays. Ye fetters corrupted, then leave me ; Thou body of sin, droop and die ; Pains of earth, cease ye ever to grieve me From you 'tis for ever I fly. 59. John xxi. 16. CM I Do not I love Thee ? my Lord, Behold my heart, and see ! And cast each hated idol down, That dares to rival Thee. 2 Do not I love Thee from my soul ? Then let me nothing love ; Dead be my heart to every joy, When Jesus oannot move. 70 3 Is not Thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear? Does not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear ? •4 Thou know'st I love Thee, gracious Lord But oh ! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more 1 DODDRIDGE. 60. jSxod. xiv. 15. P.M. 1 Press forward and fear not; the billows may roll, But the power of Jesus their rage can control ; Though waves rise in anger, their tumults shall cease, One word of His bidding shall hush them to peace. 2 Press forward and fear not ; though trial be near, The Lord is our refuge— whom then shall we fear? 71 His staff is our comfort, our safe-guard His rod ; Then let us be steadfast and trust in our God. 3 Press forward and fear not ; be strong in the Lord, In the power of His promise, the truth of His word ; Through the sea and the desert our path- way may tend, But He who hath saved us will save to the end. 4 Press forward and fear not ; we'll speed on our way ; Why should we e'er shrink from our path in dismay? We tread but the road which our Leader has trod; Then let us press forward, and trust in our God. 61. Psalm evil 1, 2. L.M. 1 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing Of mercies past, of joys to come ; The Lord their Saviour is and king, The cross their hope, and heaven their home. 72 2 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing-* Sweet is the subject of their song — Who, made the children of a king, Expect to sit in heaven ere long. 3 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing — The Lord has kept in dangers past ; And oh! sweet thought, the Lord will bring His people safe to heaven at last. 4 Let sinners saved give thanks and sing— Of Jesus sing through all their days ; In heaven their golden harps they'll string, And then for ever sing His praise. 82. Eel. xi. 16. S.M. 1 I have a home above, From sin and sorrow free ; A mansion which eternal lovo Designed and formed for mo. 2 My Father's gracious hand Has built this sweet abode; From everlasting it was planned— My dwellirg- place with God. 73 3 My Saviour's precious blood Has made ray title sure : lie passed through death's dark raging flood To make my rest secure. 4 The Comforter is come, The earnest has been given; He leads me onward to the homo Reserved for me in heaven. 5 Loved ones are gone before, "Whose pilgrim days are done ; I soon shall greet them on that shoro Where partings are unknown. 83. 2 Kings iv. 26. S.M. 1 Beloved, " it is well !" God's ways are always right; And perfect love is o'er them all, Though far above our sight. 2 Beloved, "it is well!" Though deep and sore the smart, The hand that wounds knows how to bind And heal the broken heart. 74 3 Beloved, 'it is well!" Though sorrow clouds our way, 'Twill only make the joy more dear That ushers in the day. 4 Beloved, " it is well !" The path that Jesus trod, Though rough, and strait, and dark it be, Leads home to heaven and G-od. 64. 2 These, i. 1. P.M. 1 I hear a voice at dawn of day, And to my heart it seems to say, When sorrow dims hope's brightest ray, " There's rest in heaven." 2 I hear it at the evening tide, When fitful shadows round us glide, Still whispering gently at my side, u . There's rest in heaven." 3 E'en at noon's busy hour I hear The same sweet words accost my ear, With power to stay the rising tear — " There's rest ii\ heaven." 15 4 Blest words! which tell of naught but joy, Of endless rest without alloy, Well may they oft our thoughts employ — 11 There's rest in heaven." 5 Spirit of life and love divine, Subdue my heart and make it thine, That I may dwell upon as mine, . That M rest in heaven." 65. Phil iv. 6. CM. 1 Prayer is the breath of God in man, Returning whence it came ; Love is the sacred fire within, And prayer the rising flame. 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, And soothes the troubled breast ; Yields comfort to the mourning soul, And to the weary rest. 3 The prayers and praises of the saints, Like precious odors sweet, Ascend and spread a rich perfume Around the mercy- seat. When God inclines the heart to pray, He hath an ear to hear; To Him there's music in a groan, And beauty in a tear. The humble suppliant can not fail To have his wants supplied, Since He for sinners intercedes, Who once for sinners died. BEDDOME, 66. Psalm xviii. 1. 6. 8. 1 Thee will I love, my strength, my tower; Thee will I love, my joy, my crown ; Thee will I love with all my power, In all Thy works, and Thee alone : Thee will I love till sacred fire Fills my whole soul with pure desire. 2 Ah ! why did I so late Thee know, Thee lovelier than the sons of men ? Ah ! why did I no sooner go To Thee, the only ease in pain ? Ashamed I sigh and inly mourn, That I so late to Thee d'.d turn. 77 3 In darkness willingly I strayed ; I heard Thee, yet from Thee I roved ; Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than Thee I loved ; And now, if more at length I see, 'Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee. 4 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun, That Thy bright beams on me havo shined, I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and healed my wounded mind ; I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 5 Uphold me in the upward race, Nor suffer me again to stray ; Strengthen my feet with steady pace Still to press forward in Thy way : Let all my powers, with all their might In Thy sole glory now unite. 6 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God, Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown, Or smile — Thy sceptre, or Thy rod ; "What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee shall I love in endless day. WESLEY. Y8 67. Gal vi 1. P.M 1 Look Thou with pity on a brother's fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault ; The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou too wouldst swerve and halt. 2 Lead back the wanderer to the Saviour's fold; That were an action worthy of a saint ; But not in malice let the crime be told, Nor publish to the world the evil taint. 3 The Saviour suffers when His children slide ; Then is His holy name by men blas- phemed, And He afresh is mocked, and crucified, Even by those His bitter death redeemed. 4 Rebuke the sin, but yet in love rebuke, Feel as one member in another's pain ; Wean back the soul that His fair path forsook, ^.nd mighty and eternal is the gain. 79 68. Psalm cxix. 105. CM. 1 Would'st thou be wise and know tbo Lord? TVould'st thou believe aright ? Make the blest volume of His word, Thy rule, thy guide, thy light. 2 Here is the spring where waters flow, To quench our heat of sin ; Here is the tree where truth doth grow, To lead our lives therein. 3 Here is the Judge that stints the strife, "When men'3 devices fail ; Here is the bread that feeds the life Which death can not assaiL 4 The tidings of salvation dear Come to our ears from hence ; The fortress of our faith is here, Our shield, and our defense. 5 Bead not this book in any case But with a single eye ; Read not but first desire God's grace T<- understand thereby. 80 6 Pray still in faith with this respect, To fructify therein; That knowledge may bring this effect, To mortify thy sin. 1 Then happy thou in all thy life. "W'hatso to thee befalls ; Tea I doubly happy shalt thou be. When God by death thee calls. GRESSOP. 68. Thess. Hi. 13. P.M. 1 Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest ; Watch for day, Christian, when the night's longest ; Onward and onward still be thine en- deavor, The rest that remaineth will be for ever. thee ; Run the race, Christian ; heaven is before thee ; He who hath promised faltcreth never; The love of eternity flows on for ever. 81 3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth ; Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth ; These from the love of Christ nothing shall sever ; Mount when thy work is done — praise Him for ever. 70. EzeMel xi. 16. L.M. 1 Jesus our Lord ! to Thee we call, Thou art our life, our hope, our all ; And vve have nowhere else to flee, No sanctuary, Lord, but Thee. 2 Whatever foes or fears betide, In Thy dear presence let us hide ; And while we rest our souls on Thee, Do Thou our sanctuary be. 3 Quickly the day of light draws nigh, Or wc may bow our heads and die ; But, ohl what joy this witness gives! Jesus, our sanctuary, lives. 4 He from the grave our dust will raise, We in the heavens shall sing His praise; And when in glory we appear, He'll be our sanctuary there. (3 82 71. Eccles. xi. 6. S.M. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thine hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed — Broad-cast it o'er the land. 2 Beside all waters sow, The high- way furrows stock ; Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. 3 The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not every where ; O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found ; Go forth then every where. 4 Thou know'st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; Grace keeps the precious germ alive, When and wherever strown ; 6 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And th(j full corn at length. 83 6 Thou canst not toil in vain ; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky. 7 Hence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angel reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, " Harvest home." MONTGOMERY. 72. 1 Sam. xi. 12. S.M. 1 And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give For His redeeming grace ! 2 Preserved by power divine, To full salvation here, Again in Jesu's praise we join, And in His sight appear. 3 What troubles have wo seen, What conflicts have we passed, Fightings without and fears within, Since we assembled last' 84 4 But out of all the Lord Hath brought us by His lovu ; And still He doth his help afford, And hides our life above. 5 Then let us make our boast Of His redeeming power, "Which saves us to the uttermost, Till we can sin no more. 6 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain ; And gladly reckon all things loss, So we may Jesus gain. WESLEY. 73. Luke xviii. 1. L.M. 1 Prayer was appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give ; Long as they live should Christians pray, For only while they pray they live. 2 The Christian's heart his prayer indites, He speaks as prompted from within ; The Spirit his petition writes, And Christ receives and gives it iD 85 3 And wilt thou in dead silence lie, When Christ stands waiting for thy prayer ? My soul thou hast a Friend on high ; Arise and try thy interest there. 4 If pains afflict or wrongs oppress, If cares distract or fears dismay, If guilt deject, if sin distress, The remedy's before thee — Pray. 5 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Though thoughts be broken, language lame ; Pray if thou canst or canst not speak ; But pray with faith in Jesu's name. 6 Depend on Him — thou oanst not fail ; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not — His merits must prevail ; Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done. HART. 74. Romans xiii. 25. P.M. 1 Soon and for ever the breaking of day Shall chase all the night-clouds of sor- row away ; Soon and for ever we'll see as we're seen, And know the deep meaning of things that have been — 8G Where fightings without and conflicts within Shall weary no more in the warfare with sin — Where tears and where fears and where death shall be never, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 2 Soon and for ever the work shall be donp, The warfare accomplished, the victory won ; Soon and for ever the soldier lay down The sword for a harp, the cross for a crown : Then sink not in sorrow, despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow is brightening and near, When — blessed reward for each faitliful endeavor — Christians with Christ shall be, soon and for ever I 75. Psalm lxxiil 25. P.Mr 1 Pass away earthly joy — Jesus is mine ! Break every mortal tie — Jesus is mine 1 87 Dark is the wilderness ; Distant the resting-place; Jesus alone can bless: Jesus is mine I 2 Tempt not my soul awav— Jesus is mine ! Here would I ever stay — Jesus is mine I Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away — Jesus is mine I 3 Fare ye'well, dreams of nighk-* Jesus is mine I Mine is a dawning bright-— Jesus is mine I All that my soul has tried Left but a dismal void ; Jesus has satisfied — Jesus is mine I 4 Farewell mortality — Jesus is mine I "Welcome eternity — Jesus is mine ! "Welcome ye scenes of rest, Welcome ye mansions blest> "Welcome a Saviour's breast- Jesus is mine I 88 76. Psalm lxv. 2. CM. 1 There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay. 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs : That arm upholds the sky ; That ear is filled with angel songs ; That love is throned on high. 4 But there's a power which man can wield, When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain. 5 That power is prayer; which soars on high Through Jesus to the throne, And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down. 89 77. Ezek. xxxiv. 23. 16. 1 gracious Shepherd I bind us With cords of love to Thee, And evermore remind us How mercy set us free. Oh ! may Thy Holy Spirit Set this before our eyes, That we Thy death and merit Above all else may prize. 2 We are of our salvation Assured through Thy love ; Tet oh I on each occasion How faithless do we prove 1 Thou hast our sins forgiven — ■ Then leaving all behind, We would press on to heaven, Bearing the prize in mind. 3 Grant us henceforth, dear Saviour, While in this vale of tears, To look to Thee, and never Give way to anxious fears. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake us, Though we are oft to blame ; Oh ! let Thy love then make us Hold fast Thy faith and name. 90 78. 1 John i. X. CM. 1 Walk in the light 1 so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. 2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is. 3 Walk in the light ! and sin abhorred Shall ne'er defile again ; The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord Shall cleanse from every sin. 4 Walk in the light ! and e'en the tomb No fearful shade shall wear ; Glory shall chase away its gloom, Eor Christ hath conquered there. 6 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt see Thy path, though thorny, bright, For God by grace shall dwell in thee, And God Himself is light. 91 79. 1 Peter ii 21, 22, 23. CM 1 What grace, Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below! Whnt patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe I 2 For ever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ; Yet no ungentle murmuring word Escaped Thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile — Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 Oh ! give us hearts to love like Thee— Like Thee, Lord, to grieve Far more for other's sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with Thee. 92 80. John xx. 28. P.M. 1 Jesus, Thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus my Lord ! Oh ! Thou art all to me, Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from Thee, Jesus my Lord I 2 Thou, blessed Son of God, Hast bought me with Thy blood, Jesus my Lord ! Oh ! how great is Thy love, All other loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus my Lord I When unto Thee I fiee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus my Lord ! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since Thou art ever near ? Jesus my Lord I 93 Soon Thou wilt come again I I shall be happy then, Jesus my Lord ! Then Thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee, Jesus my Lord ! 81. Rev ii. 28. P.M. 1 There is a morning star, my soul, There is a morning star ; 'Twill soon be near and bright, though now It seems so dim and for. And when time's stars have come and gone, Aud every mist of earth has flown, That better star shall rise, On this world's clouded skies, To shine for ever. 2 The night is well nigh spent, my soul, The night is well nigh spent, And soon above our heads shall shino A glorious firmament ; Unutterably pure and bright — The Lamb once slain, its perfect light — - A light unchanging and divine, A star that shall unclouded shine, Descending never. 94 82. 1 John iv. 8. P.M 1 We can not always trace the way, Where Thou, our gracious Lord, dost move, But we can always surely say, That Thou art love. 2 When fear its gloomy cloud will fling O'er earth — our souls to heaven above As to their sanctuary spring, For Thou art love. 3 When mystery shrouds our darkened path, We'll check our dread, our doubts re- prove ; In this our soul sweet comfort hath, That Thou art love. 4 Yes ! Thou art love — a truth like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes to bliss; Our God is love. 95 83. Psalm civ. 34. P.M. 1 I journey through a desert drear and wild, ret is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled, Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, my stay, I can forget the sorrows of the way. 2 Thoughts of His love — the root of every grace Which finds in this poor heart a dwell- ing-place ; The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright, And my calm pillow of repose by night. 3 Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears — The tale of love unfolded in those years Of sinless suffering and patient grace, I love again — and yet again to trace. 4 Thoughts of His death — upon the cross I gaze, And there behold its sad yet healing rays; 9(5 Beacon of hope, which lifted up on high, Illumes with heavenly light the tear- dimmed eye. 5 Thoughts of His coming — for that joyful day In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray; The day draws nigh, the midnight sha- dows flee ; Oh I what a sun-rise will that advent be ! 6 Thus, while I journey on my Lord to meet, My thoughts and meditations are so sweet Of Him on whom I lean, niy strength, my stay, I can forget the sorrows of the way. 84. Exodus xv. 2. 6, 6, 3. 1 Jehovah is our strength, And He shall be our song; "We shall o'ercome at length, Although our foes be strong : In vain doth Satan then oppose, The Lord is stronger than His foes. 97 The Lord our refuge is, And ever will remain ; Since Pie hath made us His, He will our cause maintain: In vain our enemies oppose, For God is stronger than His foefi, The Lord our portion is, What can we wish for more ? As long as we are His, We never can be poor : In vain do earth and hell oppose, For God is stronger than His foes. The Lord our Shepherd is, He knows our every need ; And since we now are His, His care our souls will feed: In vain do sin and death oppose, For God is stronger than His foes, Our God our Father is, Our names are on Ilis heart; We ever shall be Ilis, He ne'er from us will part: In vain the world and flesh opposf\ For God is stronger than His foes. 98 86. John xvii. 12. ?, G. 1 Lamb of God ! still keep me Near to Thy wounded side ; 'Tis only then in safety And peace I can abide ! What foes and snares surround me ! What doubts and fears within ! The grace that sought and found me, Alone can keep me clean. 2 'Tis only in Thee hiding, I feel my life secure — Only in Thee abiding, The conflict can endure : Thine arm the vict'ry gaineth O'er every hateful foe ; Thy love my heart sustaineth In all its cares and woe. 3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee With rapture, face to face ; One half hath not been told me Of all Thy power and grace : Thy beauty, Lord, and glory, The wonders of Thy love. Shall be the endless story Of all Thy saints above. 99 80. Cant ii. 16. P.M. 1 Long did I toil, and know no earthly rest ; Far did I rove, and found no certain home ; -At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, "Who opes His arms and bids the weary come ; In Christ I found a home, a rest divine, And I since then am His, and He is mine. 2 Yes ! He is mine ! and naught of earthly things — Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power, The fame of heroes or the pomp of kings — Could tempt me to forego His love an hour ; 11 Go, worthless world," I cry, "with all that's thine ; Go, I my Saviour's am, and He is mine.'' 3 The good I have is from His stores sup- plied, The ill is orly what He deems the best ; 100 He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside, And poor without Him, though of ail possest : Changes may come — I take, or I resign, Content while I am His, and He is mine. 4 Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen — A glorious sun that wanes not, nor declines ; Above the clouds and storms He walks unseen, And sweetly on His people's darkness shines: All may depart — I fret not nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, and He is mine. 5 While here alas ! I know but half His love, But half discern Him, and but half adore ; But when I meet Him in the realms above, I hope to love Him better, praise Him more, And feel and tell amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mina 101 87. Psalm lvii. 1. CM. 1 Be mercifal to me, G-od I Be merciful to me, For though I sink beneath Thy rod, Yet do I trust in Thee. 2 Thou art my refuge, and I know My burden Thou dost bear, And I would seek, where'er I go, To cast on Thee my care. 3 Thou knowest, Lord, my flesh how frail, Strong though my spirit be ; Oh ! then assist, when foes assail, The soul that clings to Thee. 4 And, gracious Lord, whate'er befall, A thankful heart be mine — A heart that answers to Thy call, One that is wholly Thine. 5 And may I ne'er forget that Thou Wilt soon return again, And those who love Thy coming now Shall shine in gl )ry then. 102 88. Psalm cxlix. 1-4 P.M. 1 Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak ; Praise Him who will with glory crown the lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. 2 Praise ye the Lord for all His loving- kindness, And all the tender mercies He hath shown ; Praise Him who pardons all our sin and blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for His own. 3 Praise ye Jehovah ! source of every bless- ing— Before His gifts earth's richest boons are dim; Resting in Him, His peace and joy pos- sessing, All things are ours, for we have all in Him. 103 4 Praise ye the Father ! G-od the Lord who gave us, TVith full and perfect love, His only Sou; Praise ye the Son who died Himself to save us ! Praise ye the Spirit 1 praise the Three in One. 89. Psalm xxx.il. 7. Double CM 1 Tt.ou art my hiding-place, Lord ! In Thee I put my trust ; Encouraged by Thy holy word, A feeble child of dust: I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea ; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me I 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the vail. From strife of tongues and bitter words, My spirit flies to Thee ; Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me 1 104 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borno, When mortal strength is vain — A heart with grief and anguish torn— A body racked with pain — Ah ! what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness iu my breast, My Saviour died for me ! 4 And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away — Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, Oh! give me strength in death to speak, " My Saviour died for mel" BAFFLES. 90. Coloss. ill 11. P.M. 1 Jesus, my Saviour, look on me ! For I am weary and opprest ; I come to cast my soul on Thee ; Thou art my rest. 2 Look down on me, for I am weak ; I feel the toilsome journey's length ; Thine aid omnipotent I seek ; Thou art my strength. 105 3 T am bewildered on my way'; Dark and tempestuous is the night; Oh! shed Thou forth some cheering ray; Thou art my light. i I hear the storms around me rise, But, when I dread th' impending shock, My spirit to her refuge flies ; Thou art my rock. 5 When the accuser flings his darts, I look to Thee — my terrors cease ; Thy cross a hiding-place imparts ; Thou art my peace. 6 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous, latest strife, Thou wilt not suffer me to sink ; Thou art my life. 7 Thou wilt my every want supply, Even to the end, whate'er befall; Through life, in death, eternally, Thou art my v)l. MACDUFF. 106 9L Zeb. iv. 15. CM. 1 Jesus, :ny sorrow lies too deep For human ministry : It knows not how to tell itself To any but to Thee. 2 Thou dost remember still, amid The glories of God's throne, The sorrows of mortality, For they were once Thine own. 3 Yes ! for as if Thou would'st be G-cd, E'en in Thy misery, There's been no sorrow but Thine own Untouched by sympathy. 4 Jesus, my fainting spirit rings Its fearfulness to Thee ; Thine eye at least can penetrate The clouded mystery. 6 It is enough, my precious Lord, Thy tender sympathy ! There is no sorrow e'er so deep But I may bring to Thee. 107 92. 1 Peter i 8. 8. 8. & 1 Jesus, I lore Thee ! Thou dost know How true my love, how deep my woe ; Almost too deep to bear ! But Thou wilt guide me by Thy hand, Strong in Thy strength I yet may stand, Still resting in Thy care. 2 Thou wilt not leave the weakest one ; Though every outward hope be gone, I know that Thou art nigh ; Man knows not what my sufferings are, He can not know ; he would not care ; But Thou art sympathy. 3 Thou wilt not let my footsteps fail, . Nor let me, jourueying through this vale, Bring on Thy G-ospel shame; Though naught is mine but sin and woe, Yet in Thy righteousness I go, And triumph in Thy name. 4 And when the bitter cup is past, And when I sink in death at last, It is to be witli Thee ; To come with Thee in clouds of heaven, Ransomed, pure, holy, Thine, forgiven, Ever to reign with Thee. 108 83. Psalm xxxix. 9. S.M. 1 It is Thy hand, my God ! My sorrow comes from Thee— I bow beneath Thy chastening rod ; 'Tis love that bruises me. 2 I would not murmur, Lord, Before Thee I am dumb — Lest I should breathe one murmuring word, To Thee for help I come. My God 1 Thy name is Love, A Father's hand is Thine ; "With tearful eye I look above, And cry, u Thy will be mine." 4 I know Thy will is right, Though it may seem severe ; Thy path is still unsullied light, Though dark it oft appear. 5 Jesus for me hath died ; Thy Son Thou didst not spare ; His pierced hands, His bleeding side^ Thy love for me declare 109 6 Here my poor heart can rest— My G-od I it cleaves to Theo ; Thy will is love, Thine end is blest, All work for good to me. 94. Isaiah xlii. 11 P.M. 1 I know not the way I am going, But well do I know my Guide ; "With a child-like trust I give my hand To the mighty Friend by my side. The only thing that I say to Him, As lie takes it, is : " Hoi 1 it fast, Suffer me not to lose my way, And bring me home at last." As when some helpless wanderer, Alone in an unknown land, Tells the guide his destined place of rest, And leaves all else in his hand : 'Tis home, 'tis home that we wish to reach ; He who guides us may choose the way; Little we heed what path we take. If nearer home each day. 110 95. Bom. xiii. 11. P.M. ] One sweetly solemn thought, Comes to me o'er and o'er — I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before. 2 Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne ; Nearer the crystal sea ; 3 Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving the cross ; Nearer gaining the crown. 4 But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, Is the deep and unknown stream, That leads at last to the light. 6 Jesus, perfect my trust, Strengthen the hand of my faith ; Let me feel Thee near when I stand On the edge of the shore of death. Ill 6 Feel Thee near when my feet Are slipping over the brink ; For it may be, I'm nearer home — Nearer now than I think. CAREY. 98. 1 The-ss. iv. 14. L.M. 1 Asleep in Jesus 1 blessed sleep ! From which none ever wakes to weep ; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes ! 2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet! With holy confidence to sing, That death has lost his venomed sting I 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! Whose waking is supremely blest : No fear, no woe shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! for mo May such a blissful refuge be ! Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 112 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space Debars this precious hiding-place ; On Indian plains or Northern snows Believers find the same repose. 6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from Thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ! But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 97. Heb. iv. 3. P.M. 1 Jesus, we rest in Thee, In Thee ourselves we hide ; Laden with guilt and misery, Where could we rest beside ? 'Tis on Thy meek and lowly breast Our weary souls alone can rest. 2 Thou holy One of God ! The Father rests in Thee, And in the savor of that blood Once shed on Calvary. The curse is gone— through Thee we're blest; God rests in Thee — in Thee we rest.. 113 3 The slaves of sin and fear — Thy truth our bondage broke ; Our happy spirits love to wear Thy light and easy yoke. The love which fills our grateful breast Makes duty joy, and labor rest. 4 Soon the bright, glorious day — The rest of God shall come ; Sorrow and sin shall pass away, And we shall reach our home : Then of the promised land possessed, Our souls shall know eternal rest. 98. 1 Thess. iv. 13. CM. 1 Take comfort, Christians, when youi friends In Jesus fall asleep ; Their better being never ends — Why then dejected weep ? 2 Why inconsolable, as those To whom no hope is given ? Death is the messenger of peace, And calls the soul to heaven- 114 3 As Jesus died, and rose again, Victorious from the dead ; So His disciples rise, and reign With their triumphant Head. 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend ; And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend. 5 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake ; The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundations shake. 6 The saints of God, from death set free, With joy shall mount on high ; The heavenly hosts with praises loud, Shall meet them in the sky. Together to their Father's house, With joyful hearts they go ; And dwell for ever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of woe. 8 A few short years of evil past, We i each the happy shore, Where death-divided friends at last Shall ra^et to part no more. 115 99. Ads vii. 59. P.M. 1 My soul, go boldly forth, Forsake this sinful earth ; What hath it been to thee But pain and sorrow? And think'st thou it will be Better to-morrow ? 2 Why art thou for delay ? Thou cara'st not here to stay ; "What tak'st thou for thy part But heavenly pleasure? "Where then should be thy heart But where's thy treasuro ? 3 Thy God, thy Head's above ; There is the world of love ; Mansions there purchased are, By Christ's own merit, For these He doth prepare Thee by His Spirit. 4 Lord Jesus, take my spirit, I trust Thy love and merit ; Take home Thy wand'ring sheep, For Thou hast sought it ; My soul in safety keep, For Thou hast bought it BAXTER 116 100. 2Tim.iv. 6. L.M. 1 The hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice thai; calls me home At last, Lord ! let trouble cease, And let Thy servant die in peace. 2 Not in mine innocence I trust ; I bow before Thee in the dust ; And through my Saviour's blood alon I look for mercy at Thy throne. 3 I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear , To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend. 4 I come, I come at Thy command, I give my spirit to Thy hand ; Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms. 5 The hour of my departure's come. I hear the voice that calls me home ; Now, oh ! my God, let trouble cease, Now let Thy servant die In peace. LOGAN. They ftung as it were a new song before tn* throne." (Rev. xiv. 8.) INDEX TO FIRST LINES. A littie while, No. 1 9 A pilgrim through, 49 Ah ! I shall soon, 28 All that I was, 16 And are we yet alive, 72 Asleep in Jesus, 96 Awake ye saints, S9 Away with our sorrow, 15 Be merciful to me, 87 Beiuved, it is well, 63 Blessed be God, 25 Breast the wave, 96 Do not I love Thee, 59 Earth has engrossed, 54 Faint not, Christian, 13 For ever with the Lord, 8 Give to the winds, 5 Glory to God on high, £7 lie bids us come, 12 Hope of our hearts, 45 How blest is our sister, 30 I have a home, vi 120 ( hear a voice, No. 64 ' ( heard the voice of Jesus, 26 L journey through a desert, 83 [ know not the way, 94 I lay my sins on Jesus, 1 I'm going to leave, 58 I thought upon my sins, 42 I was a wandering sheep, 51 If God is mine, 47 In Thy name, Lord, 20 Is God for me, 31 It is Thy hand, 93 Jehovah is our strength, 84 Jesus, I love Thee, 92 Jesus, my Saviour, 90 Jesus, my sorrow, 91 Jesus, our Lord, 70 Jesus, Thy name, 80 Jesus, we rest in Thee, 97 Just as I am, 4 Let me be with Thee, 34 Let sinners saved, 61 Let worldly minds, 24 Long did I toil, S6 Look thou with pity, 6 Lord Jesus, are we one, 27 Lord, it belongs not, 3 My God, my Father, 35 121 My sins are blotted out, No. 43 My soul, go boldly forth, 99 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 55 No condemnation, 9 gracious Shepherd, 77 haste away, 21 holy Saviour, 23 Lamb of God, 85 Lord, who now art seated, 10 Thou, the contrite sinner's friend, .... 41 One prayer I have, 50 One sweetly solemn thought, 95 Our times, 6 Pass away, earthly joy, 75 Praise ye Jehovah, 88 Prayer is the breath, 65 Prayer was appointed, 73 Press forward, 60 Rejoice for a brother, 29 Rejoice, ye saints, 14 Sing we the song, 48 Soon and for ever, ^ 74 Sow in the morn, 71 Spirit Divine ! attend, 46 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 38 Take comfort, Christians, 98 The Church has waited, 22 The hour of my departure, 100 122 The Spirit in our hearts, No. 44 Thee will I love, 66 There is an eye, 76 There is an hour, 50 There is a morning star 81 Thou art my hiding- place, 89 Through the love, 82 Walk in the light, f 8 We cannot always trace, 82 We love the Lord, 40 We'll sing of Christ, 17 Welcome, days, 53 What cheering words, 11 What Grace, Lord, 79 When along, 7 When I by faith, 86 When I listen, 52 When the spark, 57 When this passing world, 2 When waves of sorrow, 83 When we cannot see, 18 Would'st thou be wise, 68 ■ ,V^5 ^M m ^^M m*