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Spiritual Songs Part 2 (59-122)

59 John xxi. 16. CM.

1—Do not I love Thee, O 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 cannot move.

3—Is not Thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
Does not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?

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4—Thou know'st I love Thee, gracious Lord;
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

DODDRIDGE.

60 Exodus 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 tumult

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? 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 pow'r of His promise, the truth of
His word;

Through the sea and the desert our pathway
may tend,

But He who hath sav'd 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 cvii. 1, 2. L.M.

1—Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing Of mercies past, of joys to come; The Lord their Saviour is and King, The cross their hope, and heav'n their home.

2—Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing ;—
Sweet is the subject of their song,—
Who, made the children of a king,
Expect to sit in heav'n ere long.

3—Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing ;—
The Lord has kept in dangers past,
And oh ! sweet thought, the Lord will bring
His people safe to heav'n at last.

4—Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,
Of Jesus sing through all their days;
In heav'n their golden harps they'll string,
And then for ever sing His praise.

62 Heb. xi. 16. S.M.

1—I have a home above,

From sin and sorrow free;
A mansion which eternal love
Design'd and form'd for me.

2—My Father's gracious hand
Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was plann'd,
My dwelling-place with God.

3—My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my title sure:
He pass'd 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 home,
Reserv'd for me in heaven.

5—Bright angels guard my way,
His ministers of power,
And watching round me night and day,
Preserve in danger's hour.

6—Lov'd ones are gone before,

Whose pilgrim days are done;
I soon shall greet them on that shore
Where partings are unknown.

7—Thy love, most gracious Lord,
My joy and strength shall be,
Till Thou shalt speak the glad'ning word
That bids me rise to Thee.

8—And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains I'll praise
The grace that made me Thine.

63 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,
Tho' far above our sight.

2—Beloved, "It is well!"

Tho' deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind,
And heal the broken heart.

3—Beloved, "It is well!"

Tho' 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,
Tho' rough, and strait, und dark it be,
Leads home to heaven and God.

64 2 Thess. i. 7. CM.

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,
"There's rest in heaven."

3—E'en at noon's busy hour I hear
The same sweet word accost my ear,
With power to stay the rising tear,—
"There's rest in heaven."

4—Blest words ! which tell of nought but joy,
Of endless rest without alloy;
Well may they oft our thoughts employ—
"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 "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 burden'd spirit ease,
And sooths the troubled breast,
Yields comfort to the mourning soul,
And to the weary rest.

3—The prayers and praises of the saints,
Like precious odours sweet,
Ascend and spread a rich perfume
Around the mercy-seat.

4—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.

5—The humble suppliant cannot 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 did turn.

3—In darkness willingly I strayed;

I heard Thee, yet from Thee I rov'd,
Far wide my wandering thoughts were
spread;
Thy creatures more than Thee I lov'd:
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 have shin'd;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my free'd 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.

67 Galat. 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 would'st

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 blasphem'd, And He afresh is mocked and crucified, Even by those His bitter death redeem'd.

4—Rebuke the sin, but yet in love rebuke;
Feel as one member in another's pain;
Win back the soul that His fair path forsook,
And mighty and eternal is the gain.

68 Psalm cxix. 105. CM.

1—Would'st thou be wise, and know the Lord?
Would'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's devices fail;
Here is the bread that feeds the life
Which death cannot assail.

4—The tidings of salvation dear

Come to our ears from hence;
The fortress of our faith is here,
Our shield, and our defence.

5—Read not this book in any case
But with a single eye;
Read not but first desire God's grace
To understand thereby.

6-^Pray still in faith with this respect,
To fructify therein;
That knowledge may bring this effect,
To mortify thy sin.

7—Then happy thou in all thy life,
Whatso to thee befalls;
Yea! doubly happy shalt thou be,
When God by death thee calls.

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69 2 These, iii.. 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 endeavour;

The rest that remaineth will be for ever! 2—Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er

thee; Run the race, Christian, heaven is before

thee; He who hath promised faltereth never; The love of eternity flows on for ever!

3—Raise the eye, Christian, just as it closeth; Lift the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth; Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall

sever; Mount when thy work is done,—praise Him

for ever!

70 Ezekiel xi. 16. L.M.

1—Jesus, our Lord! to Thee we call,
Thou art our life, our hope, our all;
And we 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.

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3—Quickly the day of light draws nigh,
Or we may bow our heads and die;
But, Oh! 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.

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 highway furrows stock;
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.

3—The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not everywhere;
O'er hill and dale, by plots, tis found;
Go forth then everywhere.

4—Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown;
Grace keeps the precious germ alive,
When and wherever strown;

5—And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

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—Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry, "Harvest home."

MONTGOMERY.

72 1 Sam. vii. 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 we seen,
What conflicts have we past,
Fightings without and fears within,
Since we assembled last!

4—But out of all the Lord

Hath brought us by His love;
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 in.

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 thought be broken, language lame;
Pray if thou canst or canst not speak;
But pray with faith in Jesu's name.

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6—Depend on Him,—thou canst 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 Rom. xiii. 12. P.M.

1—Soon and for ever the breaking of day

Shall chase all the night-clouds of sorrow

away; Soon and for ever well see as we're seen, And know the deep meaning of things that

have been,— 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,—such promise our trust,—
Though ashes to ashes, and dust be to dust,
Soon and for ever our union shall be
Made perfect, our glorious Redeemer, in
Thee;

When the cares and the sorrows of time shall be o'er,

Its pangs and its partings remembered no more,

Where life cannot fail and where death cannot sever,

Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever!

3—Soon and for ever the work shall be done, 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 droop not in sorrow, despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow is bright'ning and near, When—blessed reward for each faithful endeavour— Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever!

76 Psalm lxxiii. 25, 26. P.M.

1—Pass away earthly joy,
Break every mortal tie,
Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness;
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless :—
Jesus is mine!

2—Tempt not my soul away,
Here would I ever stay,

Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away,

Jesus is mine!

3—Fare ye well dreams of night, Mine is a dawning bright,

Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied,—

Jesus is mine!

4—Farewell mortality, Welcome eternity,

Jesus is mine!

Welcome ye scenes of rest,
Welcome ye mansions blest,
Welcome a Saviour's breast,
Jesus is mine!

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 fix'd on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That ear is fill'd with angel songs;
That love is thron'd 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.

77 Ezekiel xxxiv. 23. 7.6.

1—O gracious Shepherd! bind us

With cords of love to Thee,
And evermore remind us

How mercy set us free.
O 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;
Yet, Oh! on each occasion

How faithless do we prove!
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.

78 1 John i. 7. CM.

1—Walk in the light! 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 enshrin'd,
In whom no darkness is.

3—Walk in the light! and sin abhorr'd
Shall ne'er defile again;
The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord
Shall cleanse from every stain.

4—Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquer'd there.

5—Walk in the light! and Thou shalt see
Thy path, tho' thorny, bright.
For God by grace shall dwell in Thee,
And God Himself is light.

79 1 Peter ii. 21, 22, 23. CM.

1—What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe t

2—For ever on Thy burden'd heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle murmuring word
Escap'd 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, O 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.

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!

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!

3—When unto Thee I flee,
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!

4—Soon Thou wilt come again!
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, tho' now

It seems so dim and far.
And when time's stars have come and gone,
And 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 shine

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.

H. BONAR.

82 1 John iv. 8. P.M.

1—We cannot 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 myst'ry shrouds our darken'd path,
We'll check our dread, our doubts reprove;
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!

83 Psalm civ. 34. P.M.

1—I journey through a desert drear and wild,
Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts be-
guiled,
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 dwellingplace,

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,— Beacon of hope, which lifted up on high, Illumes with heav'nly light the tear-dimm'd 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 shadows

flee;
Oh! what a sunrise 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, my strength, my

stay,
I can forget the sorrows of the way.

84 Exodus xv. 2. 6.6.8.

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.

2—The Lord our refuge is,
And ever will remain;
Since He hath made us His,

He will our cause maintain;
In vain our enemies oppose,
For God is stronger than His foes.

3—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.

4—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.

5—Our God our Father is;

Our names are on His heart;
We ever shall be His;

He ne'er from us will part;

In vain the world and flesh oppose,
For God is stronger than His foes.

85 John xvii. 12. 7.6.

1—O Lamb of God! still keep me

Near to Thy wounded side;
"lis 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.

86 Cant. ii. 16. P.M.

1—Long did I toil, and knew 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 nought 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;
"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 supplied, The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I'm rich with nought beside, And poor, without Him, though of all 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 mine.

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87 Psalm lvii. 1. CM,

1—Be merciful to me, O God,
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 tho' my spirit be;
Oh! then assist when foes assail,
The soul that clings to Thee.

4—And, gracious Lord, whate'er befal,
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 glory then.

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 lovingkindness,

And all the tender mercies He hath shewn;

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 blessing—

Before His gifts earth's richest boons are dim;

Resting in Him, His peace and joy possessing,

All things are ours, for we have all in Him.

4—Praise ye the Father! God the Lord who gave us, With full and perfect love, His only Son!

Praise ye the Son who died Himself to

save us! Praise ye the Spirit! Praise the Three in

One!

89 Psalm xxxii. 7. D.C.M.

1—Thou art my hiding-place, O 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!

. 2—When storms of fierce temptation beat,

And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the veil.
From strife of tongues, and bitter words,

My spirit flies to Thee;
Joy to my heart the thought affords,

My Saviour died for me!

3—'Mid trials heavy to be borne,

When mortal strength is vain,—
A heart with grief and anguish torn,—
A body rack'd with pain,—

Ah! what could give the sufferer rest,

Bid every murmur flee,
But this, the witness in 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,

O give me strength in death to speak,
"My Saviour died for me!"

90 Coloss. hi. 11. P.M.

1—Jesus, my Saviour, look on me! For I am weary and opprest;

1 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.

3—I am bewilder'd on my way;

Dark and tempestuous is the night;
0 shed Thou forth some cheering ray;—
Thou art my light.

4—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 Drink,
In that tremendous, latest strife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink ;—
Thou art my life.

7—Thou wilt my ev'ry want supply,
E'en to the end, whate'er befal;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my all.

MACDUFF.

91 Heb. iv. 15. CM.

1—Jesus, my 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 God,
E'en in Thy misery,
There's been no sorrow but Thine own
Untouched by sympathy.

4—Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;
Thine eye at least can penetrate
The clouded mystery.

5—It is enough, my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy!
There is no sorrow e'er so deep,
ButT may bring to Thee.

92 1 Peter i. 8. 8.8.6.

1—Jesus, I love 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 cannot know; he would not care;

But Thou art sympathy.

3—Thou wilt not let my footsteps fail,

Nor let me, journeying through this vale,

Bring on Thy Gospel shame;
Tho' nought 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 with Thee;
To come with Thee in clouds, of heaven,
Ransom'd, pure, holy, Thine, forgiven,

Ever to reign with Thee.

93 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 murm'ring word,
To Thee for help I come.

3—My God! Thy name is love,
A Father's hand is Thine;
With tearful eye I look above,
And cry, "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.

6—Here my poor heart can rest,

My God! it cleaves to Thee;
Thy will is love, Thine end is blest,
All work for good to me.

94 Isaiah xlii. 16. 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 He takes it, is, "Hold it fast,

Suffer me not to lose my way,
And bring me home at last."

2—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.

95 Bom. xiii. 11. P.M.

1—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,
To be cross'd ere we reach the light.

5—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 ;—

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.

96 1 Thess. iv. 14. L.M.

1—Asleep in Jesus! 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 venom'd sting!

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 me
May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie
Waiting the summons from on high.

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 savour of that blood

Once shed on Calvary.
The curse is gone—through Thee we're blest;
God rests in Thee ;—in Thee we rest.

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 labour 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 promis'd land possess'd,
Our souls shall know eternal rest.

98 1 Thess. iv. 13. CM.

1—Take comfort, Christians, when your 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.

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 heaven's 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 heav'nly hosts with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

7—Together to their Father's house,
With joyful hearts they'll go,
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.

8—A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore,
Where death-divided friends at last
Shall meet to part no more.

99 Acts 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 cam'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 treasure?

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.

100 2 Tim. iv. 6. L.M.

1—The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O 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 alone
I look for mercy at Thy throne.

3—I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I hold 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, O my God, let trouble cease,
Now let Thy servant die in peace.

LOGAN.

101 Rev. i. 5, 6, 7. D.S.M.

1—A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall lie with them that rest,

. Asleep within the tomb.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

2—A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

3—A few more storms shall beat

On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

4—A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,

And we shall weep no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

5—A few more sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,

The eternal Sabbath-day.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that sweet day;
0 wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

6—'Tis but a little while,

And He shall come again,
Who died that we might live, who lives

That we with Him may reign.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;
0 wash me in Thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

H. BONAR.

102 1 Cor. xv. 58. L.M.

1—Go, labour on; spend, and be spent,—
Thy joy to do the Father's will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?

2—Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought;
Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises ;—what are men?

3—Go, labour on; your hands are weak,

Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not, the prize you seek,
Is near,—a kingdom and a crown.

4—Go, labour on, while it is day;

The world's dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away;
It is not thus that souls are won.

5—Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.

6—Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.

7—Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight cry, "Behold I come."

BONAR.

103 Phil i. 21. 7's.

1—Christ, of all my hopes the ground!
Christ, the spring of all my joy!
Still in Thee let me be found,
Still for Thee my powers employ.

2—Let Thy love my heart inflame;
Keep Thy fear before my sight;
Be Thy praise my highest aim;
Be Thy smile my chief delight.

3—Fountain of o'er-flowing grace,
Freely from Thy fulness give;
Till I close my earthly race,
Be it "Christ, to me to live."

4—Firmly trusting in Thy blood,

Nothing shall my heart confound;
Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Immanuel's ground.

5—When I touch the blessed shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll;

Death's dark stream shall never more

Part from Thee my ravished soul.

6—Thus, Oh ! thus an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it "Christ to live,"
Let me know it "gain to die."

104 1 Sam. iii. 18. P.M.

1—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Oh! may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love

I would my all resign.
Thro' sorrow or thro' joy,

Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,

"My Lord, Thy will be done!"

2—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,

Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of Thy word

Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,—

My Lord, Thy will be done!

3—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If among thorns I go,
Still sometimes here and there
Let a few roses blow.

But Thou on earth along
The thorny path hast gone;

Then lead me after Thee,—
My Lord, Thy will be done!

4—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear;
Since Thou on earth hast wept

And sorrowed oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,

My Lord, Thy will be done!

5—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

If lov'd ones must depart,
Suffer not sorrow's flood

To overwhelm my heart:
For they are blest with Thee,

Their race and conflict won,
Let me but follow them,—

My Lord, Thy will be done!

6—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

When death itself draws nigh,
To Thy dear wounded side
I would for refuge fly,

Leaning on Thee, to go

Where Thou before hast gone;

The rest as Thou shalt please—
My Lord, Thy will be done!

7—Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene

I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above

I travel calmly on,
And sing in life or death—

"My Lord, Thy will be done!"

B. SCHMOLK.
From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

105 1 Peter i. 3. P.M.

1—Sing praise! The tomb is void
Where the Redeemer lay;
Sing of our bonds destroyed,
Our darkness turned to day.

2—Weep for your dead no more,
Friends, be of joyful cheer,
Our star moves on before,
Our narrow path shines clear.

3—He, who so patiently

The crown of thorns did wear—
He hath gone up on high;
Our hope is with Him there.

4—Now is His truth revealed,
His majesty and might;
The grave has been unsealed;
Christ is our life and light.

5—He, who for men did weep,

Suffer, and bleed, and die,—
First-fruits of them that sleep—
Christ hath gone up on high.

6—His victory hath destroyed

The shafts that once could slay;
Sing praise! the tomb is void
Where the Redeemer lay.

106 Matt. v. 3. P.M.

1—Lowly, my soul, be lowly!

Follow the paths of old:
The feather riseth lightly,

But never so the gold!
The stream descending fast,

Has gathered quietly, slowly,
A river rolls at last,—

Therefore, my soul, be lowly.

2—Lowly, my eyes, be lowly!

God, from His throne above,
Looks down upon the humble

In kindness and in love.
Still, as I rise, I shall

Have greater depths below me,
And haughty looks must fall,—

Therefore, my eyes, be lowly.

3—Lowly, my hands, be lowly!

Christ's poor around us dwell;
Stoop down, and kindly cherish

The flock He loves so well.
Not toiling to secure

This world's renown and glory,
Thy Saviour blessed the poor,—

Therefore, my hands, be lowly.

4—Lowly, my heart, be lowly!

So God shall dwell with thee;
It is the meek and patient

Who shall exalted be.
Deep in the valley rest

The Spirit's gifts most holy,
And they who seek are blest,—

Therefore, my heart, be lowly.

5—Lowly, I would be lowly!

This frame, to earth allied,
Must first to dust be humbled

Ere it be glorified!
My God, prepare me here

For all that lies before me;
I would in heaven appear,

And so I would be lowly.

INGOLSTELLER.
From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

107 Isaiah vii. 4. CM.

1—Be still my soul;—let nothing stir
Thee from the sweet repose
Of those who to their God refer
Their joys, their cares, their woes.

2—Be quiet;—why this anxious heed
About thy tangled ways?
God knows them all, He giveth speed,
And He allows delays.

3—What though He let thee not perform
Some good and loved design?
Thou would'st not wish Him to conform
His perfect will to thine!

4—My God! the hearing ear impart, To hear Thee tell Thy will, And then bestow the ready heart

All meekly to fulfil. E. W.

108 Heb. xi. 16. P.M.

1—We have no home but heaven ;—a pilgrim's

garb we wear; Our path is marked by changes, and strewed

with many a care; Surrounded with temptation, by varied ills

oppress'd, Each days experience warns us that this is

not our rest.

2—We have no home but heaven ;—then wherefore seek one here?

Why murmur at privation, or grieve when trouble's near?

It is but for a season that we as strangers roam,

And strangers must not look for the comforts of a home.

3—We have no home but heaven ;—we want no home beside; O God, our Friend and Father, our footsteps thither guide;

Unfold to us its glory, prepare us. for its joy, Its pure and perfect friendship, its angel-like employ.

4—We have a home in heaven ;—how cheering is the thought! How bright the expectations which God's

own word has taught! With eager hearts we hasten the promised

bliss to share; We have no home but heaven ;—Oh ! would that we were there!

109 1 Cor. xi. 26. (sacramental.) S.M.

1—No gospel like this feast

Spread for Thy Church by Thee?
Nor prophets nor evangelists
Preach the glad news so free.

2—All our redemption cost,

All our redemption won;

All it has won for us, the lost;

All it cost Thee, the Son.

3—Thine was the bitter price,—
Ours is the free gift given;
Thine was the blood of sacrifice,
Ours is the wine of heaven.

4—Here we would rest midway,
As on a sacred height,
That darkest and that brightest day
Meeting before our sight.

5—From that dark depth of woes
Thy love for us has trod,
Up to the heights of bless'd repose
Thy love prepares with God ;—

6—Till from self's chains released,
One sight alone we see,
Still at the cross, as at the feast,
Behold Thee, only Thee.

110 2 Peter i. 1. CM.

1—Faith is a very simple thing,
Tho' little understood,
It frees the soul from death's dread sting,
By resting in the blood.

2—It looks not on the things around,
Nor on the things within,
It takes its flight to scenes above,
Beyond the sphere of sin.

3—It sees upon the throne of God
A victim that was slain;
It rests its all on His shed blood,
And says, "I'm born again."

4—Faith is not what we feel or see,
It is a simple trust
In what the God of love has said
Of Jesus, as "the Just."

5—The perfect One that died for me,
Upon His Father's throne,
Presents our names before our God,
And pleads Himself alone.

6—What Jesus is, and that alone,
Is faith's delightful plea;
It never deals with sinful self,
Nor righteous self, in me.

7—It tells me I am counted "dead"
By God in His own word;
It tells me I am "born again"
In Christ my risen Lord.

8—In that He died, He died to sin;
In that He lives—to God:
Then I am dead to nature's hopes,
And justified thro' blood.

9—If He is free, then I am free
From all unrighteousness;
If He is just, then I am just,
He is my righteousness.

10—What want I more to perfect bliss?
A body like His own
Will perfect me for greater joys,
Than angels round the throne.

Ill 2 Cor. i. 11. P.M.

1—When far from the hearts where our fondest

thoughts centre, Denied for a time their lov'd presence to

share, In spirit we meet when the closet we enter, And hold sweet communion together in

prayer.

2—Oh! fondly I think, as night's curtains surround them, The Shepherd of Israel tenderly keeps, The angels of light are encamping around

them, They are watch'd by the eye that ne'er slumbers nor sleeps.

3—When the voice of the morning once more shall awake them,

And summon them forth to the calls of the day,

I will think of that God who will never forsake them,

The Friend ever near though all else be away.

4—Then why should one thought of anxiety

seize us, Though distance divide us from those whom

we love? They rest in the covenant mercy of Jesus, Their prayers meet with ours in the mansions

above.

5—Oh! sweet bond of friendship, whate'er may

betide us, Though on life's stormy billows our barks

may be driven,
Though distance, or trial, or death may

divide us,
Eternal reunion awaits us in heaven.

MACDUFF.

112 Psalm lxiii. 5, 6. 7.6.

(for A Sick Room.)

1—'Tis not a lonely night watch
Which by thy couch I spend,
Jesus is close beside us,

Our Saviour and our Friend.

2—Often I strive all vainly,

To ease thine aching head,
Then, silently and gently,
Himself He makes thy bed.

3—Do we not hear Him saying,

Your guilt on me was laid,"

'Ye are my blood-bought jewels ;"

: Fear not, be not dismayed."

I sit beside the furnace ;"
The gold will soon be pure ;"
"And blessed are those servants,"
"Who to the end endure."

5—Amen, O blessed Saviour,
Dwell with us, in us, here,
Until we share Thy glory,

When God shall wipe each tear.

113 John xiv. 16. CM.

1—Oh! Holy Ghost, eternal God,
Descending from above,
Thou fill'st the soul thro' Jesu's blood,
With faith, and hope, and love.

2—Thou comfortest the heavy heart,
By sin and grief oppress'd;
Thou to the dead dost life impart,
And to the weary rest.

3—Thy sweet communion calms the soul,
And gives true peace and joy,
Which Satan's power can ne'er control,
Nor all His wiles destroy.

4—Let no false comfort lift us up
To confidence that's vain;
Nor let their faith and courage droop,
Who love the Lamb once slain.

5—Breathe comfort where distress abounds;
O make our conscience clean;
And heal with balm from Jesu's wounds,
The festering sores of sin.

6—Vanquish our lusts, our pride remove,
Take out the heart of stone;
Show us the Father's boundless love,
The merits of the Son

7—The Father sent His Son to die;
The willing Son obeyed;
The Witness Thou, to ratify

The purchase Christ hath made.

H4 1 Thess. iv. 17. S.M.

1 "For ever with the Lord!"

Father, if 'tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word
E'en here to me fulfil.

2—Be Thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail;
Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand,
Help, and I shall prevail.

3—So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

4—Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord!"

5—Then, though the soul enjoy

Communion high and sweet,
While worms this body must destroy,
Both shall in glory meet.

6—The trump of final doom

Will speak the self-same word, And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb, "For ever with the Lord!"

7—The tomb shall echo deep

That death-awakening sound;

The saints shall hear it in their sleep,

And answer from the ground.

8—Then upward as they fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be their shout of victory—
"For ever with the Lord!"

115 Luke xiv. 22. CM.

1—Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast,
Oh! come without delay;
For there is room in Jesu's breast
For all who will obey.

2—There's room in God's eternal love
To save thy precious soul;
Room in the Spirit's grace above
To heal and make thee whole.

3—There's room within the Church, redeem'd
With blood of Christ divine;
Room in the white-robed throng convened
For that dear soul of thine.

4—There's room in heaven among the choir,
And harps, and crowns of gold;
And glorious palms of victory there,
And joys that ne'er were told.

5—There's room around thy Father's board
For thee and thousands more;
Oh! come and welcome to the Lord,
Yea, come this very hour.

116 Coloss. iii. 1. P.M.

1—Go up, go up, my heart,

Dwell with thy God above;
For here thou canst not rest,
Nor here give out thy love.

2—Go up, go up, my heart,
Be not a trifler here;
Ascend above these clouds,
Dwell in a higher sphere.

3—Let not thy love flow out

To things so soiled and dim;
Go up to heaven and God,
Take up Thy love to Him.

4—Waste not thy precious stores
On creature-love below;
To God that wealth belongs,
On Him that wealth bestow.

5—Go up, reluctant heart,

Take up thy rest above;
Arise, earth-chnging thoughts;
Ascend, my lingering love.

H. BONAR.

117 Heb. vi. 18. S.M.

1—Jesus, I come to Thee,

A sinner doom'd to die;
My only refuge is Thy cross,
Here at Thy feet I lie.

2—Can mercy reach my case,
And all my sins remove?
Break, O my God, this heart of stone,
And melt it by Thy love.

3—Too long my soul has gone
Far from my God astray;
I've sported on the brink of hell,
In sin's delusive way.

4—But, Lord, my heart is fixed,
I hope in Thee alone;
Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to Thy throne.

5—Thy blood can cleanse my heart,
Thy hand can wipe my tears;
Oh ! send Thy blessed Spirit down
To banish all my fears.

6—Then shall my soul arise,

From sin and Satan free;
Redeem'd from hell and every foe,
I'll trust alone in Thee.

118 Prov. xxvii. 1. P.M.

1—To-day mine, to-morrow thine!

So we hear the slow bell ringing,
When in God's acre to recline,

We the dead are softly bringing;
And the grave calls out, "Eesign!
To-day mine, to-morrow thine!"

2—To-day life, to-morrow death!

Life speeds its wings and tarries never;
Is not that a wisdom-breath ?—

Think of life which stays for ever:
Need of thinking each one hath:
To-day life, to-morrow death!

8—One follows another now,

As the ocean waves wind-driven;
For all with which hope can endow,

What security is given?
Each in his sleeping-room must bow;
One follows another now!

4—Oh! man, it is the old law !—

How many years death counteth not.

Is thy health without one flaw?
Soon e'en thy name shall be forgot.

Earth to itself all earth will draw.—

Oh! man, it is the old law!

5—Oh! to be wise as near my end! I wish to die before I'm dying: That shall my soul from death defend, When death's last strength my soul is trying. Prepare me thereto, Christ, my Friend! Oh! to be wise as near my end!

6—Blessed who in Christ shall die!

Death is changed to life for ever;
They have life when death is nigh,

Life beyond, which endeth never!
Who hath it not, "Undone," must cry!
Blessed who in Christ shall die!

B. SCHMOLK.

119 Psalm cl. 6. 8.7.4.

1—Praise the Lord, who died to save us;
Praise His name for ever dear;
Praise His blessed name, who gave us
Eyes to see and ears to hear:
Praise the Saviour,—
Object of our love and fear.

2—Grace it was, 'twas grace abounding,
Brought Him down to save the lost;
Ye above, His throne surrounding,
Praise Him, praise Him, all His host:

Saints adore Him,—
Ye are they who owe Him most.

3—Ye, of all His hand created,
Objects are of grace alone,
Aliens once, but reinstated,
Destined now to fill a throne:

Sing with wonder,—
Sing of what our Lord hath done.

4—Praise His name, who died to save us;
"lis by Him His people live:
And in Him the Father gave us
All that boundless love could give:

Life eternal,
In our Saviour we receive.

120 Heb. xiii. 8. P.M.

1—There's nought on earth to rest on,

All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze on,

The friends we count most dear:
One Friend alone is changeless,

The One too oft forgot,
Whose love hath stood for ages,—

Our Jesus changeth not.

2—The sweetest flower of summer,

That sheds its fragrance round,
Ere evening comes oft withers,

And lies upon the ground:
The dark and dreary desert

Has only one green spot,
'Tis found in living pastures,—

Our Jesus changeth not.

3—Clouds soon o'ercast our sunshine,

So beautiful, so bright,
And while we still admire it,

It darkens into night:
One sky alone is cloudless,

There darkness enters not,
'Tis found alone with Jesus,—

And Jesus changeth not.

4—E'en friendship's smile avails not

To cheer us here below,
For smiles are all deceitful,

They quickly ebb and flow:
One smile alone can gladden,

Whate'er the pilgrim's lot,
It is the smile of Jesus,—

For Jesus changeth not.

5—And thus our bark moves onward,

O'er life's tempestuous sea,
While death's unsparing finger,

Is stamp'd on all we see:
But faith has found a refuge,

Where hope deceiveth not,
Our life is hid with Jesus,—

And Jesus changeth not.

6—There's nought on earth to rest on,

All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze on,

The friends we count most dear:
One Friend alone is changeless,—

The One too oft forgot,
Whose love has stood for ages,—

Our Jesus changeth not.

F. WHITFIELD.

121 1 Tim. vi. 12. P.M.

1—Fighting the battle of life !—

With a weary heart and head;
For in the midst of the strife,
The banners of joy are fled ;—

2—Fled and gone out of sight,

When I thought they were so near,
And the music of hope this night
Is dying away on my ear.

3—Fighting the whole day long,
With a very tired hand,—
With only my armour strong,—
The shelter in which I stand.

4—There is nothing left of me,

If all my strength were shewn,
So small the amount would be,
Its presence could scarce be known.

5—Fighting alone to-night,—
With not e'en a stander by,
To cheer me in the fight,
Or to hear me when I cry.

6—Only the Lord can hear,—
Only the Lord can see
The struggle within how dark and drear,
Though quiet the outside be.

7—Fighting alone to-night!

With what a sinking heart;—
Lord Jesus, in the fight,
Oh! stand not thou apart f

8—Body and mind have tried

To make the field my own;
But when the Lord is on my side,
He doeth the work alone.

9—And when He hideth His face,
And the battle-clouds prevail,
It is only through His grace
That I do not utterly fail.

10—The word of old was true,

And its truth shall never cease,—
"The Lord shall fight for you,
And ye shall hold your peace."

11—Lord, I would fain be still,

And quiet behind my shield;
But make me to love Thy will,
For fear I should ever yield.

12—Nothing but perfect trust,

And love of Thy perfect will,
Can raise me out of the dust,
And bid my fears be still.

13—Lord, fix my eyes upon Thee,

And fill my heart with Thy love;

And keep my soul till the shadows flee,

And the light breaks forth above.

122 Galat. vi. 9. P.M.

1—" Be not weary," toiling Christian;

Good the Master thou dost serve;
Let no disappointment move thee,

From thy service never swerve;
Sow in hope, nor cease thy sowing;

Lack not patience, faith, or prayer;
Seed-time passeth,—harvest hasteneth,—

Precious sheaves thou then shalt bear.

2—" Be not weary," praying Christian;

Open is Thy Father's ear
To the fervent supplication,

And the agonizing prayer;
Prayer the Holy Ghost begetteth,

Be it words, or groans, or tears,
Is the prayer that's always answered ;—

Banish then thy doubts and fears.

3—" Be not weary," suffering Christian;

Scourg'd is each adopted child,
Eke would grow, in sad profusion,

Nature's fruit, perverse and wild;
Chastening's needful for the spirit,

Though 'tis painful for the flesh,
God designs a blessing for thee;

Let this thought thy soul refresh.

4—" Be not weary," tempted Christian;

Sin can only lure on earth;
Faith is tried by sore temptation;

'Tis the furnace proves its worth:
Bounds are set unto the tempter,

Which beyond he cannot go;
Battle on, on God relying,

Faith will overcome the foe.

5—" Be not weary," weeping Christian;

Tears endure but for the night,
Joy, deep joy, thy spirit greeting,

Will return with morning's light;
Every tear thou shedd'st is numbered

In the register above,
Heaven is tearless, sweet the prospect,—

Sighless, tearless, land of love!

6—" Be not weary," hoping Christian;

Though the vision tarry long,
Hope will bring the blessing nearer;

Change thy sorrow into song:
Nought shall press thy spirit downwards,

If thy hopes all brightly shine,
Hold thy hope, whate'er thou losest,—

Living, precious hopes are thine!

7—" Be not weary," troubled Christian;

Rest remains for thee on high,
Dwell upon the untold glory

Of thy future home of joy;
There, nor sin, nor sorrow entereth;

There thy soul attun'd to praise,
Shall, in strains of heavenly fulness,

Songs of happy triumph raise.

8—" Be not weary," loving Christian;

In this heavenly grace abound;
Jesus, well thou knowest, loved thee,

Though in mad rebellion found;
Drink, drink deeply of His spirit;

Jesus loves both great and small;
Nature loves but what is lovely;

Grace embraceth one and all.

9—Christian, thus in grace unwearied,

Pass thy sojourn here below,
Spurn lukewarmness, let thy bosom

Ever with true fervour glow!
Look to Christ, thy bright exemplar,

Copy Him in all His ways,
Let thy life and conversation,

Tell to thy Redeemer's praise.