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Spiritual Songs Part 3 (123-176)

123 Isaiah xxi. 11. P.M.

1—What of the night, watchman, what of the
night?
The wintry gale sweeps by,
The thick shadows fall, and the night bird's
call
Sounds mournfully thro' the sky.

2—The night is dark, it is long and drear;
But who, while others sleep,
Are that little band, who together stand,
And their patient vigils keep?

3—All awake is the strained eye,
And awake the listening ear;
For their Lord they wait, and watch at the
gate,
His chariot wheels to hear.

4—Long have they waited—that little band,
And ever and anon
To fancy's eye the dawn seem'd nigh,—
The night seem'd almost gone.

5—And often through the midnight gale,
They thought they heard at last
The sound of His train, and they listened
again,—
And the sound died away on the blast.

6—Ages have rolled, and one by one,

Those watchers have passed away;
They heard the call on their glad ear fall,
And they hastened to obey.

7—And in their place their children stand,
And still their vigils keep,
They watch and pray for the dawn of day,
For this is no time for sleep.

8—What of the night, watchman, what of the
night?
Tho' the wintry gale sweeps by,
When the darkest hour begins to lower,
We know that the dawn is nigh.

9—Courage, ye servants of the Lord,
The night is almost o'er;
Your Master will come and call you home,
To weep and to watch no more.

124 Psalm lv. 17. S.M.

1—Come to the morning prayer,
Come, let us kneel and pray;
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff,
To walk with God all day.

2—At noon beneath the Rock
Of ages rest and pray;
Sweet is the shadow from the heat,
When the sun smites by day.

3—At eve shut to the door,

Round the home-altar pray,
And finding there "the house of God,"
At "heaven's gate " close the day.

4—When midnight seals our eyes,
Let each in spirit say,
"I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,
With Thee to watch and pray."

125 Job .vii. 4. P.M.

1—The weary day is tarrying;

Oh! when will it pass away?
The head is sick, and the heart is faint;
Oh! why do the hours delay?

2—Like a deep dark gulf that lies between
The traveller and his home,
So a load of sorrow and care must pass
Ere the hour of rest will come.

3—The long, long day is passing away,

Though the hours are sad and slow;
But at length appears the blessed night
Bringing rest to all below ;—

4—Bringing rest to the weary heart,
And rest to the harass'd brain,
A truce to the warfare of life,

That the spirit of sleep may reign.

5—But the long night is tarrying
In hours of restless pain,—
We list to the toll of some distant clock,
And the silence settles again.

6—The leaden hours—they linger long;
But still they pass away;
The night is done, and the blessed sun
Breaks forth with a golden ray.

7—The Christian's life is a weary strife;
And often his heart would yield,
But there's One to stand at his right hand,
His wavering faith to shield.

8—He feels, though his heart may fail,
His Saviour's will is best;
And at length the life and the struggle o'er,
The soldier of Christ may rest.

126 Heb. xi. 16. P.M.

1—Know ye that better land,

Where care's unknown?

Know ye that blessed land,
Around the throne?

There, there is happiness,

There streams of purest bliss;

There, there are rest and peace—
There, there alone.

2—Yes, yes, we know that place,
"We know it Well \
Eye hath not seen Sis face,

Tongue cannot tell;
There are the angels bright,
There saints enrob'd in white,
All, all are cloth'd in light—
There, there they dwell.

3—Oh ! we are weary here,

A little band,
Yet soon in glory there,

We hope to stand;
Then let us haste away,
Speed o'er this world's dark way,
Unto that land of day—

That better land.

4—Come! hasten that sweet day,
Let time begone;
Come! Lord, make no delay,
On Thy white throne;
Thy face we wish to see,
To dwell and reign with Thee,
And Thine for ever be--
Thine, Thine alone.

127 1 Thess. i. 8. P.M.

1—Sound, sound the truth abroad,
Bear ye the word of God

Through the wide world:
Tell what our Lord hath done,
Tell how the day is won,
And from His lofty throne

Satan is hurl'd.

2—Far over sea and land,

'Tis our own Lord's command,

Bear ye His name:
Bear it to ev'ry shore,
Regions unknown explore,
Enter at every door :—

Silence is shame.

3—Speed on the wings of love;
Jesus, who reigns above,

Bids us to fly:
They who His message bear,
Should neither doubt nor fear;
He will their Friend appear,

He will be nigh.

4—When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,

Stay'd on His word:
When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand,—
Jesus their Lord.

5—Ye, who forsaking all

At your lov'd Master's call,

Comforts resign;
Soon will the work be done,
Soon will the prize be won,
Brighter than yonder sun

Then shall ye shine.

128 Isaiah li. 12. P.M.

1—Sweet is the solace of Thy love,

My heavenly Friend, to me,
While through the hidden way of faith

I journey home with Thee,
Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.

2-Though from the shaded of Thy peace
My feet would often stray,
Thy mercy follows every step,

And will not turn away;
Yea, Thou wilt comfort me at last,
As none beneath Thee may.

3—Oft in a dark and lonely place,
I hush my hasten'd breath,
To hear the comfortable words

Thy loving spirit saith;
And feel my safety in Thy hand
From every kind of death.

4—Oh I there is nothing in the world
To weigh against Thy will;
E'en the dark times I dread the most,

Thy covenant fulfil;
And when the glorious morning dawns
I find Thee with me still.

5—No other comforter I need,

If Thou, O Lord, be mine ;—
Thy rod will bring my spirit low,

Thy fire my heart refine,
And cause me pain that none can heal
By other love than Thine.

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6—Then in the secret of my soul,

Though hosts my peace invade,
Though through a waste and weary land

My lonely way be made,
Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me—

I need not be afraid.

7—Still in the solitary place
I would awhile abide,
Till with the solace of Thy love

My heart is satisfied,
And all my hopes of happiness
Stay calmly at Thy side.

A. L. W.

129 Psalm cxix. 65. P.M.

1—Whatever God does is well!
His children find it so.
Some He doth not with plenty bless,
Yet loves them not the less,
But draws their hearts unto Himself

away.—
Oh! hearts obey.

2—Whatever God does is well,
Whether He gives or takes!
And what we from His hand receive
Suffices us to live.
He takes and gives, while yet He loves Us

still-
Then love His will.

3—Whatever God does is well!
And what can our will do?
We cannot reap from what we sow
But what His power makes grow.
Sometimes He doth all other good destroy,
To be thy joy.

4—Whatever God does is well!
And His will shall prevail.
Doth He refuse Thy hands to fill?
He knows thy heart to still.
A Christian from a very little gift
Much joy can sift.

5—Whatever God does is well!
Altho' the field looks dark,
Yet cheerful in His path we go;
And by our faith we know
That Christ for us hath heavenly riches

bought.—
Can we lack aught?

6—Whatever God does is well!
In patience let us wait:
He doth Himself our burdens bear,
And doth for us take care.
And He, our God, knows all our weary

days.—
Come, give Him praise!

N. SCHMOLK.

130 Psalm cxix. 54. P.M.

.1—While travelling through this wilderness,
Weary and worn we roam,
'Tis sweet to cast a look above,

And think we're going hoine :
To know that there the trials

Of our pilgrimage shall cease,
And all the waves of earthly woe
Be hushed to heavenly peace.
Home, sweet home!
Oh! for that land of rest above,
Our own eternal home!

2—Here trees are not the trees that grow
In beauty by the side
Of that bright flood whose living streams
Through sinless regions glide;—

We see not here th' immortal fruit,
The fadeless flowers that bloom,
On hills of light and vales of peace,
In our own bright Eden-home!
Home, sweet home!
Oh! for that land of rest above,
Our own eternal home!

3—The tones we hear are not the tones
Of music and of love,
That breathe from thousand harps and songs

Of endless joys above.
We tread in haste along,

With trembling and with fear,
For this is not our home,
We've no continuing here.
Home, sweet home!
Oh! for that land of rest above,
Our own eternal home!

4—Oh! for the death of those that die
Like daylight in the west—

That sink in peace like the waves of eve,
To calm, untroubled rest.

They stand before their Father's face,
Their tears and conflicts o'er;

Redeem'd and wash'd they stay at home,
And shall go out no more,

Home, sweet home!
Oh! for that land of rest above,

Our own eternal home!

131 Rom. viii. 33, 35. 8.7.

1—Sing Hallelujah! Christ doth live,

And peace on earth restore;
Come, ransom'd souls, and glory give,

Sing, worship, and adore.
With grateful hearts to Him we pay

Our thanks in humble wise;
Who aught unto our charge shall lay?

"lis God that justifies.

2—Who can condemn, since Christ has died,

And ever lives with God?
Now our whole debt is fully paid,

He saves us by His blood.
The ransom'd hosts in earth and heaven

Through countless choirs proclaim,
"He hath redeem'd us; praise be given

To God and to the Lamb."

3—God raised Him up, when He for all

Had freely tasted death,
And had redeem'd us from the fall;—

On this we ground our faith.
For God, well pleased, that sacrifice

Declared, in sovereign grace,
An all-sufficient ransom-price

For Adam's fallen race.

4—The God of peace to guilty man

Doth pardoning grace afford,
Since from the dead He brought again

Our Shepherd, Head, and Lord :—
That Shepherd who did freely bleed,

Lost sinners to restore,
Who died, but now is risen indeed,

And lives for evermore.

5—The God of mercies let us praise,

Who saveth fallen men:
Who by His power, which Christ did raise,

Begets His saints again
Unto a lively confidence,

That they for Jesus' sake,
Shall of the blest inheritance

Reserved for them partake.

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6—His resurrection's power divine,

By grace on us bestowed,
Renews us, that we, dead to sin,

May live alone to God.
Thus we, supported by His might,

From strength to strength proceed,
And walking in His truth and light,

Praise Him in word and deed.

7—In all we do constrain'd by love,

We'll joy to Him afford,
And to God's will obedient prove

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.—
Sing Hallelujah, and adore

On earth the Lamb once slain,
Till we in heaven shall evermore

Exalt His name. Amen.

132 Ephes. iii. 17. CM.

1—Lord, take my heart just as it is,
Set up therein Thy throne;
So shall I love Thee above all,
And live to Thee alone.

2—I thank Thee, that in mercy Thou
Hast waken'd me from death,
Arous'd me out of sin's deep sleep,
And call'd to walk by faith.

3—Complete Thy work and crown Thy grace,
That I may faithful prove,
And listen to that still small voice,
Which whispers only love :—

4—Which teaches me to know Thy will,
And gives me power to do;
Which fills my heart with shame when I
Do not that will pursue.

5—This unction may I ever feel,
This teaching of my Lord,
And learn obedience to Thy voice,
Thy soft reviving word.

133 Cant. ii. 16. P.M.

1—Now I have found a Friend,
Whose love shall never end,

Jesus is mine.
Though earthly joys decrease,
Though human friendships cease,
Now I have lasting peace ;—

Jesus is mine.

2—Though I grow poor and old, He will my faith uphold,—

Jesus is mine.
He shall my wants supply,
His precious blood is nigh,
Nought can my hope destroy,-
Jesus is mine.

3—When earth shall pass away, In the great judgment day,—

Jesus is mine,
Oh! what a glorious thing,
Then to behold my King,
On tuneful harps to sing,
Jesus is mine.

4—Farewell mortality!
Welcome eternity!

Jesus is mine.
He my redemption is,
Wisdom and righteousness,
Life, light, and holiness :—

Jesus is mine.

5—Father! Thy name I bless;
Thine was the sovereign grace;

Praise shall be Thine.
Spirit of holiness,
Sealing the Father's grace,
Thou mad'st my soul embrace
Jesus as mine.

134 Psalm xlvi. 1—3. 7's.

1—When the nations toss and roar,
Like the billows on the shore,—
When their chains the people break,
Leaders tremble, monarchs quake,—
Midst the roaring of the sea,
Christ, our hope is all in Thee!

2—When the nations are at peace,
And the sounds of conflict cease,—
When each port is choked with wares,
And each field its harvest bears,—
Mid the world's prosperity,
Christ, our hope is all in thee!

3—While the ages one by one
Roll beneath the rolling sun,—
While the powers of death and life,
Wage on earth a weary strife,—
Till the coming dawn we see,
Christ, our hope is all in Thee!

135 Psalm xxxi. 15. P.M.

1—Father, I know that all my life

Is portion'd out by Thee,
And the changes which are sure to come,

I do not fear to see;
But I ask Thee for a present mind

Intent on pleasing Thee.

2—I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,

To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes,

And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.

3—I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know;

I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go.

4—Wherever in the world I am,

In "whatsoe'er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts,

To keep and cultivate,
And a work of lowly love to do,

For the Lord on whom I wait.

5—So I ask Thee for the daily strength

To none that 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.

6—And if some things I do not ask

In my cup of blessing be,
I would have my spirit fill'd the more

With grateful love to Thee;
More careful not to serve Thee much,

But to please Thee perfectly.

7—There are briars besetting every path,

That call for patient care;
There is a cross in every lot,

And an earnest need for prayer;
But a lowly heart that leans on Thee,

Is happy anywhere.

8—In a service which Thy will appoints,
There are no bonds for ine,
For my inmost heart is taught "the truth,"

That makes Thy children "free ;"
And a life of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.

A. L. W.

136 Eccles. xi. 1. 7.6.

I—Upon the stormy waters

The bread of life we cast,
With cheerful trust believing

It shall be found at last.
We see it but a moment,

Far drifting o'er the main,
But deathless, undecaying,

It shall be found again.

2—One eye shall ever watch it,

The eye of Him who sees
Each tiny seedling scatter'd

By summer's passing breeze;
That eye which sees the coral,

As year by year it grows,
And counts the myriad crystals

Of Himalayan snows.

3—Sometimes with bitter weeping

The seed of life is sown,
With well-nigh hopeless pleadings,

To Jesus only known.
With hope deferr'd, the mother

Oft looks upon her child,
No plant of heaven is springing,

Though weeds grow rank and wild.

4—The shades of evening gather

Upon the Sabbath sky;
From pastors and from teachers

The prayer ascends on high.
Once more their hands have broken

The true and heavenly bread ;—
Let them believe not vainly

The table hath been spread!

5—Yes! On the stormy waters

We cast the bread of life,
Vain are the surging waters,

Vain is the tempest's strife.
His never failing promise

Jehovah will fulfil,
And the seed be found in glory,

When those proud waves are still.

137 Heb. iv. 1. D.S.M.

1—Oh! where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole.
The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

2—Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years,

And all that life is love :—
There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh! what eternal horrors hang

Around "the eternal death!"

3—Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banish'd from Thy face

And evermore undone;
Here would we end our quest;

Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love,—the rest

Of immortality.

MONTGOMERY.

138 Luke xxii. 19. P.M.

(sacramental.)

1—Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things

unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand th' eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2—Here would I feed upon the bread of God; Here drink with Thee the royal wine of

heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

3—I have no help but thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might
alone.

4—I have no wisdom save in Him, who is
My wisdom and my teacher both in one;
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise,
No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone.

5—Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness; Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing

blood. This is my robe, my refuge, and my peace— Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my

God.

6—Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, but not the love, is pass'd and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art

here—
Nearer than ever—still my shield and sun.

7—Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet passing, points to the great feast above,
Giving sweet foretastes of the festal joy,
The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

H. BONAK.

139 Cant. i. 3. CM.

1—There is a name I love to hear,
I love to speak its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.

2—It tells me of a Saviour's love
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.

3—It tells me of a Father's smile,
Beaming upon His child;
It cheers me through this "little while,"
Through desert, waste, and wild.

4—It tells me what my Father hath
In store for ev'ry day,
And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

5—It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in my sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.

6—It bids my trembling heart rejoice,
It dries each rising tear,
It tells me, in a "still small voice,"
To trust and never fear.

7—Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

8—This name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.

9—And there with all the blood-bought throng,
From sin and sorrow free,
I'll sing the new eternal song
Of Jesu's love to me.

F. WHITFIELD.

140 Psalm xciv. 12. P.M.

1—The more the cross the nearer heaven !—
Where is no cross there God is not;
The world's turmoil doth hide His face,
Hell, sense, and self, make Him forgot.
Oh! where God draws a blessed lot,
His mercy some dark lines doth trace.

2—The more the cross, the better Christian !—
God lays the touchstone to each soul;
How many a garden must lie waste
Did not a tear-storm o'er it roll!
Refining grief, a living coal,
Upon the Christian's heart is placed.

3—The more the cross, the more believing!—
In desert lands the palm trees grow;
And when the grape is strongly press'd,
Then doth its sweetness overflow;
And strength lies hid in every woe,
As pearls do in the salt wave rest.

4—The more the cross, the more the praying !—
The bruised plant yields sweetest balm;
Man doth not seek to find the pole
In quiet seas and steady calms;
And how should we have David's psalms
Had he not had a troubled soul?

5—The more the cross, the more the longing!—
Out of the vale man upward goes;
Whose pathway through the desert lies,
He craves the land where Jordan flows.
When here the dove finds no repose,
Straight to the ark with joy she flies.

6—The more the cross, the sweeter death ;—
For man rejoices then to die;
When as his body is laid down
Much pain and sorrow are laid by;
His cross there on his grave doth lie—
See, man doth wear the victor's crown!

7—Oh! Jesus, Lord, the crucified!
Now let the cross more welcome be;
Nor let my soul complaining toss,
But plant Thou such a heart in me,
As patiently shall look to Thee
For gain up yonder, for my loss.

SCHMOLK.

141 Rev. v. 9. P.M.

1—Come let us join to sing of Jesu's love; Sing how for us He left His throne above,

Came down on earth, a man by birth,
Then died upon the tree,
And brought salvation, endless, rich and free.

2—Sing how He burst the barriers of the grave, And rose in triumph, guilty men to save,

Ascended high, no more to die,
But seated on His throne,
'Mid angel choirs our worthless names to own.

3—Sing how before His Father's throne He
pleads,
For all mankind in mercy intercedes,

Pities their woes, subdues their foes,
Their every want supplies,
And bids their souls in triumph to Him rise.

4—Sing how He pour'd His spirit from on high, To give His people life no more to die,

And by His word, His Spirit's sword,
Subdues the heart of stone,
While angels sing another vict'ry won.

5—Sing of His grace, which all our hearts renew'd, Cleansed us from sin in His atoning blood,

Removed our guilt, and gave relief
From Satan's galling chain,
And soon will raise our souls with Him to
reign.

6—In higher worlds we'll join His grace to
praise,
Where heavenly choirs will add their highest
lays;
Worthy the Lamb, prais'd be His name,
Who saved us by His blood,
And rais'd our souls to dwell in light with
God!

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142 Rev. xxi. 4. P.M.

1—My heavenly home is bright and fair,
Nor pain, nor death can enter there;
Its glittering towers the sun outshine,—
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

I'm going home, I'm going home,
I'm going home, to die no more.

2—My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

I'm going home, &a

3—While here a stranger far from home,
Afflictions waves may round me foam;
But though like Lazarus sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure.

I'm going home, &c.

4—Let others seek a home below,

Which flames devour or waves o'erflow;

Be mine the happier lot to own

A heavenly mansion near the throne.

I'm going home, &c.

5—Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine,
All nature sink and cease to be,
This heavenly mansion stands for me.

I'm going home, &c.

143 Deut. xxxiii. 25. 7's.

1—Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, To His gracious promise flee, Laying hold upon His word,

"As thy days, thy strength shall be."

2—If the sorrows of thy case,
Seem peculiar still to thee,
God has promised needful grace,—
"As thy days, thy strength shall be."

3—Days of trial, days of grief,

In succession thou may'st see,
This is still thy sweet relief,—

"As thy days, thy strength shall be."

4—Rock of ages! I'm secure,

With thy promise full and free,
Faithful, positive, and sure—

"As thy days, thy strength shall be."

144 Job m. 17. P.M.

1—Rest, rest from anxious thought,
From pressing, hurrying care!
Rest here so vainly sought,
So richly furnish'd there.
Oh! Saviour dear, how sweet 'twill be
To rest my weary head on Thee!

2—Peace, peace, a calm repose,
No shadows hov'ring still
Around, of coming woes,
Peace shall each bosom fill.
Oh! Saviour dear, how sweet 'twill be
To be at peace because with thee!

3—Vigour and strength shall there
In mind and spirit reign,
No conflict then shall wear
Me with unceasing pain.
Oh! Saviour dear, how sweet 'twill be
With perfect powers to worship Thee!

E. W.

145 John xiv. 14. 8.

1—My prayer to the promise shall cling—
I will not give heed to a doubt;
For I ask for the one needful thing,
Which I cannot be happy without:—

2—A spirit of lowly repose

In the love of the Lamb that was slain,
A heart to be touch'd with His woes,
And a care not to grieve Him again :—

3—The peace that my Saviour has bought,
The cheerfulness nothing can dim,
The love that can bring every thought
Into perfect obedience to Him :—

4—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.

5—All this Thou hast offered to me

In the promise whereon I will rest;
For faith, Oh! my Saviour in Thee,
Is the substance of all my request.

6—Thy word has commanded my prayer,
Thy Spirit has taught me to pray,
And all my unholy despair
Is ready to vanish away.

7—Thou wilt not be weary of me,

Thy promise my faith will sustain,
And soon, very soon, I shall see
That I have not been asking in vain.

A. L. w. 146 Matt. xvi. 26. CM.

1—What is the thing of greatest price
The whole creation round?
That which was lost in paradise,
That which in Christ is found,—

2—The soul of man—Jehovah's breath!
That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life.

3—God to reclaim it did not spare
His well-beloved Son;
Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear
The sins of all in One.

4—The Holy Spirit seal'd the plan,
And pledged the blood divine,
To ransom every soul of man ;—
That blood was shed for mine.

5—And is this treasure borne below
In earthly vessels frail?
Can none its utmost value know
Till flesh and spirit fail?

6—Then let us gather round the cross,
This knowledge to obtain,
Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.

MONTGOMERY.

147 Heb. iv. 9. P.M.

1—Oh! for the calm beyond the storms
In the presence of the Lord,
Where with angels bright,
Both day and night,
We shall hear His sacred word!

2—Oh! for the body free from pain,
The spirit free from sin,
Which He will give
To the souls that live,
Who shall dwell His courts within!

3—Oh! for the joy no eye hath seen,
No human heart hath known!
For faint and low
Fall the echoes below
Of the songs around His throne.

4—But oh ! for grace to serve Him here,
To rest upon His love,

To walk with God

On our earthly road,
And to anchor our joys above!

5—Oh! for a faith to see the Lord

Through darkness and through tears,
To hear His voice,
And still to rejoice,
And watch till the day appears.

148 2 Cor. ix. 15. P.M.

1—Blessed be God, our God!

Who gave for us His well-beloved Son, The gift of gifts, all other gifts in one. Blessed be God, our God!

2—What will He not bestow,

Who freely gave this mighty gift, unbought, Unmerited, unheeded, and unsought? What will He not bestow?

3—He spared not His Son!

'Tis this that silences each rising fear,
Tis this that bids the hard thought dis-
appear—
He spared not His Son!

4—Who shall condemn us now?

Since Christ has died, and ris'n, and gone

above, For us to plead at the right hand of love. Who shall condemn us now?

5—'Tis God that justifies!

Who shall recall His pardon or His grace? Or who the broken chain of guilt replace? 'Tis God that justifies !—

6—The victory is ours!

For us in might came forth the mighty

One,
For us He fought the fight, the triumph
won:
The victory is ours!

H. BONAR.

149 Prov. xviii. 24. 8.7.

1—Lord! no guardian to defend me
In the world I have like Thee,
None so willing to befriend me ;—
Thou art all in all to me.

2—Oh! may life be one great mission,
Christ to follow, serve, and please,
Copying His meek submission,
Sacrificing self and ease.

3—Zealous in each sacred duty,

May I be more Saviour-like;
May each plant of Christian beauty
In my soul its fibres strike ;—

4—Bearing fruit whose holy savour

Sheds its fragrance round my path,
Seeking nothing but His favour,
Dreading nothing but His wrath.

5—What is life? a scene of troubles, Following swiftly one by one; Phantom visions—airy bubbles,

Which appear, and then—are gone!

6—What at best the world's vain fashion?
Quickly it must pass away;
Vexing care and whirlwind passion,
Surging like the angry spray.

7—One brief moment, Lord, may sever
All that earth can friendship call;
But Thy friendship is for ever,
It outlives the wreck of all.

MACDUFF.

150 1 Cor. v. 17. P.M.

1—Hallelujah! I believe!

Now the giddy world stands fast,
Now my soul has found an anchor

Till the night of storm is past.
All the gloomy mists are rising,

But a clue is in my hand,
Thro' earth's labyrinth to guide me

To a bright and heavenly land.

2—Hallelujah! I believe!

Sorrow's bitterness is o'er,
And affliction's heavy burden

Weighs my spirits down no more.

On the cross the mystic writing

Now reveal'd before me lies, And I read the words of comfort,

"As a father, I chastise."

-Hallelujah! I believe!

Now no longer on my soul All the debt of sin is lying,—

One great Friend has paid the whole! Icebound fields of legal labour

I have left with all their toil; While the fruits of love are growing

From a new and genial soil.

-Hallelujah! I believe!

Now life's mystery is gone;
Gladly thro' its fleeting shadows,

To the end I journey on.
Thro' the tempest, or the sunshine,

Over flowers or ruins led,
Still the path is homeward hasting,

Where all sorrow shall have fled.

-Hallelujah! I believe!

Now, oh! love, I know thy power, Thine no false or fragile fetters,

Not the rose-wreaths of an hour! Christian bonds of holy union

Death itself does not destroy; Yes! to live, and love for ever,

Is our heritage of joy. M5wEg

From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

151 Heb. xii. 2. L.M

1—I look to Jesus, and the cloud
Of my transgressions melts away,
E'en as the blackest midnight shroud
Gives place to the returning day.

2—I look to Jesus, and the stains

Of my life's guilt, tho' dark and deep,
Are wash'd, 'till not a spot remains,
And I can safely wake and sleep.

3—I look to Jesus, and the face
Of God is turn'd on me in love,
I feel a Father's fond embrace,
And all my doubts and fears remove.

4—I look to Jesus, and behold!
My heart is lighten'd of its cares,
My love for earthly things grows cold,
And pleasure vainly spreads her snares.

5—I look to Jesus, when my foes
With violence my peace assail;
On His dear breast I find repose,
And all their hateful efforts fail.

6—I look to Jesus, and the sight
Of all that He endured for me,
Makes e'en my greatest suff'rings light,
Compared with His deep agony.

7—I look to Jesus, when my zeal,

And faith, and love, grow dead and cold;
Then doth He Calvary reveal,
And makes me in His service bold.

8—I look to Jesus, when the waves
Of dark corruptions rage within,
And He from their dominion saves,
From their pollution makes me clean.

9—I look to Jesus, and I see

Heaven's golden portals opening wide,
With ready welcome e'en to me,
Tho' vile, to enter and abide.

10—Thus let me, Lord, while life doth last,
In faith look ever up to Thee,
And when life's sinful days are past,
I shall Thy face in glory see.

C. T. ASTLEY.

152 Heb. xiii. 14. P.M.

1—I'm but a stranger here;
Earth is a desert drear,

Heaven is my home.
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my father-land,

Heaven is my home.

2—What though the tempests rage,
Short is my pilgrimage,

Heaven is my home.
And time's wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast,
I shall reach home at last;
Heaven is my home.

3—There at my Saviour's side
I shall be glorified;

Heaven is my home.
There with the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best,
I shall for ever rest;

Heaven is my home.

4—Therefore I'll murmur not,
Whate'er my earthly lot,

Heaven is my home.
For I shall surely stand
There at my Lord's right hand ;—
Heaven is my father-land,
Heaven is my home.

163 1 Tim. i. 17. CM.

1—Glory to God the Father be,
Glory to God the Son,
Glory to God the Holy Ghost,
Glory to God alone!

2—My soul doth magnify the Lord;
My spirit doth rejoice
In God, my Saviour and my God;
I hear His joyful voice.

3—I need not go abroad for joy,
Who have a feast at home;
My sighs are turned into songs,
The Comforter is come.

4—Down from on high the blessed Dove
Is come into my breast,
To witness God's eternal love ;—
This is my heavenly feast.

5—This makes me, "Abba, Father," cry,
With confidence of soul;
It makes me cry, "My Lord, my God,"
And that without control.

6—Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis concealed,
What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine,
And hast to me reveal'd.

7—I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice,
I taste Thy sweetest love,
My soul doth leap,—but oh ! for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove!

8—Then should I flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin;
Then should my Lord put forth His hand
And kindly take me in.

9—Then should my soul with angels feast,

On joys that always last;—

Bless'd be my God, the God of joy,

Who gives me here a taste!

154 Matt. x. 29. P.M.

1—Mighty God! on whom the cares

Of all creation He;
And whose ample bosom bears

The load so easily.
Midst the worlds that lean on Thee,
Thou hast loving thoughts of me.

2—Ever quickly Thou dost hear
Thy children's feeble cry,
And dost keep them everywhere

Beneath Thy watchful eye.
Midst the worlds that lean on Thee,
Thou hast faithful thoughts of me.

3—Anxious cares and heavy woes
Oft agitate my breast;
And no balm on earth that grows
Can give my spirit rest.

But midst worlds that lean on Thee
Thou hast gentle thoughts of me.

155 Numb. xxi. 4. P.M.

1—Pilgrim of earth, who art journeying to heaven! Heir of eternal life! child of the day! Cared for, watch'd over, beloved and forgiven, Art thou discouraged because of the way?

2—Cared for watch'd over, tho' often thou seemest Justly forsaken, nor counted a child— Loved and forgiven, tho' rightly thou deemest Thyself all unlovely, impure, and defiled.

3—Weary and thirsty, no water-brook near thee, Press on, nor faint at the length of the way; The God of thy life will assuredly hear thee; He will provide thee with strength for the day.

4—Break through the brambles and briars that obstruct thee; Dread not the gloom and the blackness of

night J Lean on the hand that will safely conduct

thee; Trust to His eye to whom darkness is light! o

5—Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee;
Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord—
Grace to go forward wherever He guide thee,
Simply believing the truth of His word.

6—Still on thy spirit deep anguish is pressing—
Not for the yoke that His wisdom bestows—
A heavier burden thy soul is distressing,
A heart that is slow in His love to repose ;—

7—Earthliness, coldness, unthankful behaviour; Oh ! thou may'st sorrow, but do not despair: Even this grief thou may'st bring to thy

Saviour;
Cast upon Him e'en this burden and care!

8—Bring all thy hardness,—His pow'r can

subdue it: How full is the promise! the blessing how

free! "Whatsoever ye ask in my name, I will do it." "Abide in my love, and be joyful in me."

156 Matt. vi. 6. 7.6.

1—Go when the morning shineth—
Go when the moon is bright—
Go when the eve declineth—
Go in the hush of night:

Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thoughts away.

And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.

2—Remember all who love thee,

All who are loved by thee;
Pray too for those who hate thee,

If any such there be.
Then for thyself in meekness,

A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition

Thy great Redeemer's name.

3—Or if 'tis here denied thee

In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee

When friends are round thy way,
E'en then the silent breathing

Of thy spirit raised above,
Will reach His throne of glory,

Who is mercy, truth, and love.

4—Oh! not a joy or blessing

With this can we compare,
The power that He has given us,

To pour our souls in prayer!
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,

Before His footstool fall,
And remember in thy gladness

His grace who gave thee all.

167 Psalm cxix. 103. CM.

1—Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace
Our path, as here we stray;
Stream from the fount of heav'nly grace—
Brook by the traveller's way.

2—Bread of our souk,, whereon we feed,
Our manna from on high;;
Our guide, our chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.

3—Pillar of fire through watches dark,
Or radiant cloud by day;
When waves would whelm our tossing bark
Our anchor and our stay.

4—Pole star on life's tempestuous deep;
Beacon when doubts surround;
Compass by which our course we keep;
Our plummet-line to sound.

5—Our shield and buckler in the fight;
In victory's hour the palm;
Comfort in grief, in weakness—might;
In sickness—Gilead's balm.

6—Childhood's instructor, manhood's trust,
Old age's firm ally,
Our hope, when we go down to dust,
Of immortality.

7—'Word of the living God!

Will of His glorious Son!
Without Thee, how could earth be trod,
Or heaven itself be won %

158 Psalm lxxxiv. 14. S.M.

1—0 Lord \ I look to Thee,

To Thee lift up my heart;
In heaven I would Thy glory see,
Now, therefore, grace impart,-^-

2—Grace to prevent my sin,
My passions to subdue,
My heart to change, my soul to win,
My spirit to renew,—

3—Grace every hour to bend

My stubborn will to Thine,
Till I in mind and heart ascend
To where the angels shine,—

4—Grace that I ever may

Walk humbly with my God,
And choose the self-renouncing way
The lowly Jesus trod,—

5—Grace to each stroke to bow,
Gladly each cross to bear,
That, suff'ring with the Saviour now,
I soon His joy may share,—

6—Grace to be kind to all,
All to forbear in love,
Gently to deal with those that fall,
Like Him who reigns above,—

7—Grace, even to my foes,
In tenderness to speak,
And, tho' they wrong me and oppose,
To be like Jesus—meek,—

8—Grace, onward still to go,

Forward each day to press,
'Till Thou the blood-bought prize bestow,
Christ's crown of righteousness.

9—Lord! give me this rich grace!
Oh, give Thyself to me,
That I may dwell before Thy face,
And all Thy glory see.

C. T. ASTLEY.

159 Acts xx. 38. P.M.

1—Friend after friend departs,—
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying none were blest.

2—Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime,

Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire!

3—There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown,
A whole eternity of love,

Form'd for the saints alone:
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.

4—Thus star by star declines,

'Till all are pass'd away,
As morning high and higher shines %

To pure and perfect day:
Nor sink these stars in empty night—
They hide themselves in Christ's own light.

MONTGOMERY.

160 Psalm xxxix. 12. P.M.

1—I'm wand'ring down life's shady path,
Slowly, slowly, wand'ring down;
I'm wand'ring down life's rugged path,
Slowly, slowly, wand'ring down.

2—Morn, with its store of buds and dew,
Lies far behind me now;
Morn, with its wealth of song and light,
Lies far behind me now.

3—The pleasant heights of breezy life,
The pleasant heights are past;
The sunny slopes of buoyant life,
The sunny slopes are past.

4—I shall rest in yon low valley soon,
There to sleep my toil away;
I shall rest in yon sweet valley soon,
There to sleep my tears away.

5—Laid side by side with those I love,
How calm that rest shall be!
Laid side by side with those I love,
How soft that sleep shall be!

6—I shall rise and put on glory,

When the great morn shall dawn;
I shall rise and put on beauty,
When the glad morn shall dawn.

7—I shall mount to yon fair city,
The dwelling of the blest;
I shall enter yon bright city,
The palace of the blest.

8—I shall meet the many parted ones,
In that our home of joy :—
Lost love for ever found again,
In that dear home of joy.

9—We have shared our earthly sorrows,
Each with the other here;
We shall share our earthly gladness,
Each with the other there.

10—We have mingled tears together,

We shall mingle smiles and song:
We have mingled sighs together,
We shall mingle smiles and song.

H. BONAR.

161 John i. 29. P.M.

1—My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

2—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.

3—When 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.

4—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 ransom'd soul.

162 Rom. xiv. 8. P.M.

1—"We are the Lord's." His all-sufficient merit, Seal'd on the cross, to us this grace accords; "We are the Lord's," and all things shall

inherit, Whether we live or die, "We are the

Lord's."

2—"We are the Lord's." Then let us gladly tender

Our souls to Him in deeds, not empty words;

Let heart, and tongue, and life, combine to
render

No doubtful witness that "We are the
Lord's."

3—" We are the Lord's." No darkness brood-
ing o'er us
Can make us tremble, while this star affords
A steady light along the path before us—
Faith's full assurance that "We are the
Lord's."

4—" We are the Lord's. No evil can befall us In the dread hour of life's fast loosening

cords; No pangs of death shall even then appal us; Death we shall vanquish, for "We are the

Lord's."

C. T. ASTLEY.

163 Acts xxi. 14. P.M.

1—As Thou wilt, my God! I ever say;
What Thou wilt is ever best for me;
What have I to do with earthly care,

Since to-morrow I may leave with Thee?
Lord, Thou knowest I am not my own,
All my hope and help depend on Thee alone.

2—As Thou wilt! still I can believe,

Never did the word of promise fail;
Faith can hold it fast, and feel it sure,

Tho' temptations cloud, and fears assail.
Why art thou disquieted, my soul,
When thy Father knows and rules the
whole?

3—As Thou wilt! still I can endure
Patiently my daily cross to bear;

Why should I complain, a pardon'd child,
If the children's portion here I share?

As Thou wilt, my Father and my God!

I can drink the cup, and bless the rod.

4—As Thou wilt! still I can hope on.

Sunshine may return when storms have
pass'd;
Thine all-seeing eye of sleepless love
Watches o'er my path from first to last;

When Thou wilt, upon the desert plain Springs may rise anew, and rivers flow again.

5—As Thou wilt! all life's journey through,
To Thy will my own I would resign;
If on earth I have hut little store,

Be it so! all heaven shall be mine:
And if but Thyself, my God, art given,
Nothing more I need or ask in earth or
heaven.

6—As Thou wilt! when Thine hour is come, Let Thy servant, Lord, in peace depart; Good it is to love and serve Thee here,

Better to be with Thee where Thou art.
When, or where, or how the call may be,
It will not come too early or too late for me.

7—As Thou wilt! O Lord, I ask no more.

With the promise faith pursues her way; Patience can endure through sorrow's night; Hope can look beyond to heaven's own day; Love can wait, and trust, and labour still;— Life and death shall be according to Thy will!

NKUMEISTEB. From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

164 Psalm iv. 1. P.M.

1—When morn awakes our hearts

To form the early prayer;
When toil-worn day departs,

And gives a pause to care;
When those our soul loves best,

Kneel with us in Thy fear,
To ask Thy peace and rest,

Our God, our Father, hear!

2—When worldly snares without,

And evil thoughts within,
Of grace would raise a doubt,

Or lure us back to sin;—
When human strength proves frail,

And will but half sincere,
When faith begins to fail,

Our God, our Father, hear!

3—When in our cup of mirth

The drop of trembling falls,
And the frail props of earth

Are crumbling round our walls;
When back we gaze with grief,

And forward glance with fear,
When faileth man's relief,

Our God, our Father, hear!

4—And when death's awful hand

Unbars the gates of time,
Eternity's dim land

Disclosing, dread, sublime;
When flesh and spirit quake

Before Thee to appear—
Oh! then for Jesu's sake,

Our God, our Father, hear!

165 1 Sam. vii. 12. P.M.

1—Thus far the Lord has led us! in darkness

and in day, Thro' all the varied stages of the narrow

homeward way. Long since He took that journey, He trod

that path alone, Its trials and its dangers full well Himself

hath known.

2—Thus far the Lord hath led us! the promise

has not fail'd, The enemy encounter'd oft has never quite

prevail'd; The shield of faith has turned aside, or

quench'd each fiery dart, The Spirit's sword in weakest hands has

forced him to depart.

3—Thus far the Lord hath led us! the waters have been high,

But yet in passing thro' them, we felt that
He was nigh.

A very present helper in troubles we have
found;

His comforts most abounded when our sorrows did abound.

4—Thus far the Lord hath led us! our need hath been supplied,

And mercy has encompass'd us about on every side,

Still falls the daily manna, the pure rockfountains flow,

And many flowers of love and hope along the wayside grow.

5—Thus far the Lord hath led us! and will He

now forsake
The feeble ones whom for His own it pleased

Him to take?
Oh, never, never! earthly friends may cold

and faithless prove,
But His is changeless pity and everlasting

love.

6—Calmly we look behind us, on joys and

sorrows past, We know that all is mercy now, and shall be

well at last; Calmly we look before us,—we fear no

future ill, Enough for safety and for peace, if Thou art

with us still.

7—Yes !" they that know Thy name, Lord, shall put their trust in Thee,"

While nothing in themselves but sin and helplesness they see.

The race Thou hast appointed us, with pa-
tience we can run,

Thou wilt perform unto the end, the work
Thou hast begun.

166 Rev. v. 9. 7.6.

1—I give Thee thanks unfeigned,

O Jesus, Friend in need,
For what Thy soul sustained

When Thou for me didst bleed.
Grant me to lean unshaken

Upon Thy faithfulness,
Until I hence am taken,

To see Thee face to face.

2—111 here with Thee continue;

(Though poor, despise me not,
I'm one of Thy retinue :)

As were I on the spot,
When, earning my election,

Thy heart-strings broke in death,
With shame and love's affection

I'll watch Thy latest breath.

3 —What heavenly consolation

Doth in my heart take place,
When I Thy toil and passion

Can in some measure trace!
Ah! should I, while thus musing

On my Redeemer's cross,
E'en life itself be losing,

Great gain would be that loss.

4—Own me, Lord, my Preserver,

My Shepherd, me receive;
I know Thy love's strong fervour

By all thy pain and grief:
Thou richly didst supply me

With soul sustaining food,
Nor does Thy love deny me

Thy holy flesh and blood.

5—Lord, at my dissolution

Do not from me depart;
Support at the conclusion

Of life, my fainting heart;
And when I pine and languish,

Seiz'd with death's agony,

O by Thy pain and anguish
Set me at liberty!

6—Lord, grant me Thy protection;

Remind me of Thy death
And glorious resurrection,

When I resign my breath;
Ah! then, though I be dying

Midst sickness, grief and pain,

1 shall, on Thee relying,

Eternal life obtain.

167 Cant. viii. 5. P.M.

1—Leaning on Thee, my Guide and Friend,
My gracious Saviour! I am blest;
Tho' weary, Thou dost condescend
To be my rest.

2—Leaning on Thee, with child-like faith,
To Thee the future I confide;
Each step of life's untrodden path
Thy love will guide.

3—Leaning on Thee, I breathe no moan,

Though faint with languor, parch'd with
heat;
Thy will has now become my own—
That will is sweet.

4—Leaning on Thee, midst torturing pain,
With patience Thou my soul dost fill;
Thou whisperest "What did I sustain ?"—
Then I am still.

5—Leaning on Thee, I do not dread

The havoc that disease may make;
Thou who for me Thy blood hast shed
Wilt ne'er forsake.

6—Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak,
Too weak another voice to hear,
Thy heavenly accents comfort speak,
"Be of good cheer."

7—Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms;

Calmly I stand on death's dark brink;
I feel "the everlasting arms ;"
I cannot sink.

168 Exodus xxv. 22. P.M.

1—"When to my closet I repair,

To breathe my soul's desires in prayer,

And bending low at Jesu's feet,

I look towards the mercy-seat,

This promise, Lord, shall be my plea—

There, sinner, I will meet with thee.

2—When Holy Scripture I peruse,
And o'er its sacred pages muse,
Oh! then this precious word fulfil;
And while I seek to learn Thy will,
Draw near, in answer to my prayer,
And, gracious Saviour, meet me there.

3—When in Thy temple-courts I stand,
Amid Thy little chosen band,
Assist me then my soul to raise
In earnest prayer and cheerful praise;
There let me Thy salvation see,
And, gracious Saviour, meet with me.

4—Or should it be Thy wise decree
To lay Thy chastening hand on me,
And make the couch of suff'ring mine,
Yet would Thy servant not repine,
If only this my portion be,
My Saviour! there to meet with Thee.

5—When sorrow's gloomy path I tread,

And threat'ning clouds meet o'er my head,

I'll onward go without a fear,

If only Jesus' voice I hear:

E'en then the darkness light shall be,

If there my Saviour meet with me.

6—And when my closing hour draws nigh—
That solemn hour when I shall die—
When Jordan's banks I shall descend,
Leaving behind each earthly friend,
To Canaan's shores my spirit bear,
And, gracious Saviour ! meet me there.

169 Eecles. ix. 10. P.M.

1—Make haste, O man, to live,
For thou so soon must die;
Time hurries past thee like the breeze,
How swift its moments fly!
Make haste, O man, to live!

2—To breathe, and wake, and sleep,
To smile, to sigh, to grieve,
To move in idleness through earth,
This, this is not to live!

Make haste, O man, to live!

3—Make haste, O man to do
Whatever must be done;
Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,
Thy day will soon be gone.
Make haste, O man, to live!

4—Up then with speed, and work,
Fling ease and self away;
This is no time for thee to sleep,
Up, watch, and work, and pray!
Make haste, O man, to live!

5—The useful, not the great,
The thing that never dies,
The silent toil that is not lost,—
Set these before thine eyes.
Make haste, O man, to live!

6—The seed whose leaf and flower,
Tho' poor in human sight,
Brings forth at last eternal fruit,
Sow thou both day and night.
Make haste, O man, to live!

7—Make haste, O man, to live,

Thy time is almost o'er;
O sleep not, dream not, but arise,

The Judge is at the door.
Make haste, O man, to live!

H. BONAR.

170 Isaiah xliii. 2. P.M.

1—Be steady, be steady, oh! my soul,
For the sea is near and the billows roll;
With the help of God and none beside,
We shall safely pass the raging tide.

2—Jesus, Jehovah, be our stay

Over the dark and troublous way;
Embark'd in Thee, we shall feel no fear,
Though the storm, the trial of life, be near.

3—Forget Him not, oh! my soul, remove
All thoughts that breathe not of Jesu's

love—
His perfect love—who so freely gave
His innocent life, thy life to save.

4—Oh! let the sweet remembrance be
Laid up in thine inmost treasury,
There it shall brighten more and more,
The most precious pearl of that secret store.

171 Psalm cxxxv. 6. P.M.

1—What God decrees, child of His love,
Take patiently, tho' it may prove
The storm that wrecks thy treasure here;
Be comforted! thou need'st not fear
What pleases God.

2—The wisest will is God's own will;
Rest on this anchor and be still;
For peace around thy path shall flow,
When only wishing here below
What pleases God.

3—The truest heart is God's own heart,
Which bids thy grief and fear depart,
Protecting, guiding, day and night,
The soul that welcomes here aright
What pleases God.

4—Oh! could I sing as I desire,

My grateful heart should never tire,
To tell the wondrous love and power,
Thus working out from hour to hour
What pleases God.

5—The King of kings, He rules the earth,
He sends us sorrow here or mirth,
He bears the ocean in His hand;
And thus we meet, on sea or land,
What pleases God.

6—His church on earth He dearly loves,
Altho' He oft its sin reproves;
The rod itself His love can speak,
He smites till we return to seek
What pleases God.

7—Then let the crowd around thee seize
The joys that for a season please,
But willingly their path forsake,
And for thy blessed portion take
What pleases God.

8—Art thou despised by all around?
Do tribulations here abound?
Jesus will give the victory,
Because His eye can see in thee
What pleases God.

9—Thy heritage is safe in heaven;

There shall the crown of joy be given;
There shalt thou hear and see and know,
As thou could'st never here below,
What pleases God.

GERHARDT.
From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

172 Isaiah 1. 10. P.M.

1—The way seems dark about me, overhead The clouds have long since met in gloomy

spread; And when I look'd to see the day break

through, Cloud after cloud came up with volume new.

2—And in that shadow I have pass'd along, Feeling myself grow weak as it grew strong, Walking in doubt and searching for the way, And often at a stand, as now to-day.

3—Lord! I am not sufficient for these things; Give me the light that Thy sweet presence

brings; Give me Thy grace, give me Thy constant

strength—
Lord! for my comfort now appear at length.

4—It may be that my way doth seem confused,
Because my heart of Thy way is afraid;
Because my eyes have constantly refused
To see the only opening Thou hast made.

5—Because my will would cross some flowery

plain, Where Thou hast thrown a hedge from side

to side; And turneth from the stony path of pain, Its trouble, or its ease, not even tried.

6—If thus I try to force my way along,

The smoothest road encumber'd is to me;
For were I as an angel swift or strong,
I could not go unless allow'd by Thee.

7—And now I pray Thee, Lord, to lead Thy

child, Poor, wretched wanderer from Thy grace

and love—
Whatever way Thou pleasest through the

wild,
So it but take me to my home above.

173 Luke ii. 14. P.M.

1—Glory to God on high!
Peace upon earth and joy!

Good will to man!
Ye, who the blessing prove,
Join with the hosts above,
Sing ye a Saviour's love,—
Too vast to scan.

2—Mercy and truth unite;
This is a joyful sight,

All sights above!
Jesus the curse sustains;
Bitter the cup He drains;
Nothing for us remains,

Nothing but love.

3—Love, that no tongue can teach,
Love, that no thought can reach,
No love like His!

Heaven is its blessed source,
Death could not stop its course,
Nothing can check its force,
Matchless it is.

4—Join then this love to sing,
Join to exalt our King,

Sinners forgiven.
To the great One in Three,
Honour and majesty,
Now and for ever be,

Here and in heaven!

174 Isaiah Hi. 7. P.M.

1—How sweet the Gospel trumpet sounds!
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds
From Jesu's throne above.

Chorus. It is the sound, the joyful sound,
Of mercy rich and free;
Pardon it offers, peace proclaims ;—
Sinner! it speaks to Thee.

2—It tells the weary soul of rest,
The poor of heavenly wealth,
Of joy to heal the mourning breast;
It brings the sin-sick health.

It is the sound, &c.

3—Its words announce a heavenly feast
Of water, milk, and wine,
And manna in the wilderness,
Provisions all divine.

It is the sound, &c.

4—It speaks of boundless grace by which
The vilest are forgiven;
To Christians it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven.

It is the sound, &c.

5—To men in every clime, degree,
Its message is address'd;
The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Are with its blessings bless'd.
It is the sound, &c.

175 John x. 11. P.M.

1—Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear; Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear? Only let us follow whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert or the dewy mead.

2—Jesus is our Shepherd ;—well we know His voice; How the gentlest whisper makes our heart rejoice!

Even when it chideth tender in its tone; None but He shall guide us; we are His alone.

3—Jesus is our Shepherd ;—for the sheep He

bled; Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood He

shed; "Then on each He setteth His own secret

sign,— "They that have My Spirit, these," saith

He "are mine."

4—Jesus is our Shepherd ;—guarded by His

arm, Though the wolves may raven, none can do

us harm; When we tread death's valley, dark with

fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb.

5—Jesus is our Shepherd ;—with His goodness

now And His tender mercy, He doth us endow; Let us sing His praises with a gladsome

heart, Till in heaven we meet Him, never more to

part.

176 Psalm xxxi. 3.

1—Gently, Lord! O gently lead us

Thro' this gloomy vale of tears,
Thro' the changes Thou'st decreed us,

Till our last great change appears.
Oh! refresh us with Thy blessing,

Oh! refresh us with Thy grace;
May Thy mercies never ceasing

Fit us for Thy dwelling place!

2—When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.
Oh! refresh us with Thy blessing, &c.

3—In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,

Suffer not our souls to fear.
Oh! refresh us with Thy blessing, &c.

4—When this mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,

Till by angel hands attended,
We awake among the blest.

Oh! refresh us with Thy blessing, &c.

-Then O crown us with Thy blessing,
Thro' the triumphs of Thy grace;
Then shall praises never ceasing,
Echo thro' Thy dwelling place.
Oh! refresh us with Thy blessing, &c.