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Spiritual Songs Part 6 (256-300)

256 Micah vi. 6. 7.6.

1—How shall I meet iny Saviour?

How shall I welcome Thee?
What manner of behaviour

Is now required of me?
I wait for Thy salvation;

Grant me Thy Spirit's light,
Thus will my preparation

Be pleasing in Thy sight.

2—While with her sweetest flowers

Thy Zion strews Thy way,
I'll raise with all my powers

To Thee a grateful lay;
To Thee, the King of glory,

I'll tune a song divine,
And make Thy love's bright story

In graceful numbers shine.

3—What hast Thou not performed,

Lord, to retrieve my loss,
Whilst I was so deformed

By sin and nature's dross!
Thou raised'st me to glory,

Endowed'st me with bliss,
Which is not transitory,

As worldly grandeur is.

4—No sinful man's endeavour,

Nor any mortal's care,
Could draw Thy sovereign favour

To sinners in despair;
Uncall'd Thou cam'st with gladness,

Us from the fall to raise,
And change our grief and sadness

To songs of joy and praise.

5—Ye, who with deep contrition

Bemoan your sinful state,
Fear not,—Christ gives remission

Of sins, however great.
He comes, repenting sinners

With life and love to crown,
And make them happy winners

Of glory like His own.

257 1 Peter ii. 21 P.M.

1—He suffer'd! And wilt thou repine
In this thy Master's lot to join?
He died for thee! And wouldst not thou
Die to the world's seducing show?
He prayed for thee! Wilt thou be slow
To seek the grace He can bestow?

2—He lived for thee! Wilt thou not strive
Henceforth to Him alone to live?
He bore God's curse thy soul to save!
And fearest thou man's wrath to brave?
He bore the cross! Wilt thou refuse
To bear the cross His love shall choose?

3—He rose for thee! From earth arise,
And fix thy gaze upon the skies!
He loves thee! Wilt thou turn away?
He calls thee on! Wilt thou delay?
Thou, whom He suffer'd to redeem,
Brother, make haste to follow Him.

E. z. B.

258 John i. 35. 7's.

1—Master, where abidest Thou?

Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek;
For the wants which press us now,

Other aid is all too weak.
Can'st Thou take our sins away?

Can we find repose in Thee?
From Thy gracious lips to-day,

As of old, breathes, "Come and see."

2—Master, where abidest Thou?

How shall we Thine image best
Bear without upon our brow,

Stamp within upon our breast?
Still a look is all our might;

Looking draws the heart to Thee,
Sends us from th' absorbing sight

With the message, "Come and see."

3—Christian tell it to thy brother,

From life's dawning to its end;
Every hand may clasp another,

And the loneliest bring a friend;
Till the veil is drawn aside,

And from where her home shall be,
Bursts upon the enfranchised bride,

The triumphant "Come and see."

259 Ezekiel xxxvii. 9. L.M.

1—Spirit of everlasting grace,

Infinite source of life, come down!
These tombs unlock, these dead upraise,
Thy glorious power and love make known.

2—Breathe o'er the valley of the dead,

Send forth Thy quickening might abroad,
'Till, rising from their tombs, they spread
In full array,—the host of God!

3—Thy heritage lies desolate,

And all Thy pleasant places mourn;

O look upon our low estate;

In loving-kindness, Lord, return!

4—Now let Thy glory be revealed;
Now let Thy presence with us rest;
O heal us, and we shall be healed!
O bless us, and we shall be blest!

H. BONAR.

260 Psalm xviii. 46. P.M.

1—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!

Our God is good; in ev'ry place

His love is known, His help is found;

His mighty arm, and tender grace,

Bring good from ills that hem us round.

Easier than we think can He

Turn to joy our agony;

Soul, remember, 'mid thy pains,

God o'er all for ever reigns!

2—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
Say, shall He slumber, shall He sleep,
Who gave the eye its power to see?

Shall He not hear His children weep,
Who made the ear so wondrously?
God is God; He sees and hears
All our troubles, all our tears.
Soul, forget not, 'mid thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

3—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
He who can earth and heaven control,
Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land,
Whose presence fills the mighty whole,
In each true heart is close at hand.
Love Him; He will surely send
Help and joy that never end.
Soul, remember, in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

4—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never! Scarce canst thou bear thy cross? Then fly To Him where only rest is sweet. Thy God is great; His mercy nigh, His strength upholds the tottering feet. Trust Him, for His grace is sure, Ever doth His truth endure. 'Soul, forget not, in Thy pains, God o'er all for ever reigns!

5—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
When sins and follies long forgot
Upon thy tortured conscience prey,
O come to God, and fear Him not,
His love shall sweep them all away.
Pains of hell, at look of His,
Change to calm content and bliss.
Soul remember in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

6—God liveth ever 1

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes,
Who stand bewilder'd with their woe,
God gently to His bosom takes,
And bids them all His fulness know.
In thy sorrows' swelling flood
Own His hand who seeks thy good.
Soul, forget not in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

7—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
Let earth and heaven outworn with age,
Sink to the chaos whence they came;
Let angry foes against us rage,
Let hell shoot forth its fiercest flame;

Fear not death, nor Satan's thrusts,
God defends who in Him trusts;
Soul, remember in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

8—God liveth ever!

Wherefore, soul, despair thou never!
What though thou tread with bleeding feet
A thorny path of grief and gloom,
Thy God will choose the way most meet
To lead thee heavenwards—lead thee home.
For this life's long night of sadness,
He will give thee peace and gladness.
Soul, remember in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns!

FROM LYRA GERMANICA.

261 Heb. xi. 14. P.M.

1—I am bound for the kingdom! Tempt me not
My spirit to delay;
In this wide world there's not a spot
Where I would wish to stay.

2—I am bound for the kingdom! Hopes are mine
Brighter than all below;
I go where the glorious angels shine,
And saints made perfect glow.

3—I go where is waving the ever-green,
And life-bestowing tree;
No flashing sword shall intervene
To bar its fruit from me.

4—I go where every sound-is sweet,
And every sight is fair;
My longing heart and soul shall meet
Full satisfaction there.

5—I am bound for the kingdom !—Not a spot
On earth can tempt my stay;
Ye friends beloved! will ye not
With me too come away?

E. w.

262 Psalm xxxvii. 7. P.M.

1—Be still, my soul, Jehovah loveth thee;

Fret not, nor murmur at thy weary lot; Though dark and lone thy journey seems to be,

Be sure that thou art ne'er by Him forgot. He ever loves; then trust Him, trust Him

still; Let all thy care be this—the doing of His

will.

2—Thy hand in His, like fondest, happiest child,

Place thou, nor draw itfor amoment thence;

Walk thou with Him, a Father reconciled,

Till in His own good time He calls thee

hence.

Walk with Him how,—so shall thy way be

bright, And all thy soul be fill'd with His most glorious light.

3—Fight the good fight of faith, nor turn aside Through fear of peril from or earth or hell; Take to thee now the armour proved and tried, Take to thee spear and sword ;—oh ! wield them well. So shalt thou conquer here, to win the day, To wear the crown when this hard life has passed away.

4—Take courage, faint not, tho' the foe be strong, Christ is thy strength! He fighteth on thy side; Swift be thy race ; remember 'tis not long,

The goal is near ; the prize He will provide. And then from earthly toil thou restest ever; Never again to toil, or fight or fear :—oh! never.

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5—He comes, with His reward ; 'tis just at hand;

He comes in glory to His promised throne;

My soul rejoice ; ere long thy feet shall stand

Within the city of the Blessed One,—
Thy perils past, thy heritage secure,
Thy tears all wiped away, thy joy for ever
sure.

263 Job vii. 3. P.M.

FOE AN INVALID.

1—Lord, a whole long day of pain
Now at last is o'er!
Ah! how much we can sustain
I have felt once more;
Felt how frail are all our powers,
And how weak our trust;
If Thou help not, these dark hours
Crush us to the dust.

2—Could I face the coming night,
If thou wert not near?
Nay, without Thy love and might
I must sink with fear.
Round me falls the evening gloom,
Sights and sounds all cease,
But within this narrow room
Night will bring no peace.

3—Other weary eyes may close,
All things seek their sleep,
Hither comes no soft repose,
I must wake and weep.
Come then, Jesus, o'er me bend,
Give me strength to cope
With my pains, and gently send
Thoughts of peace and hope.

4—Draw my weary heart away
From this gloom and strife,
And these fever-pains allay
With the dew of life.
Thou canst calm the troubled mind,
Thou its dread canst still;
Teach me to be all resign'd
To my Father's will.

264 Isaiah xxvi. 4. 6.7.

1—Trust on, trust on, believer!
Though long the conflict be,
Thou yet shalt prove victorious,
Thy God shall fight for thee.

2—Trust on, trust on ! Thy failings
May bow thee to the dust;
Yet in thy deepest sorrow
Oh! give not up thy trust.

3—Trust on! the danger presses;
Temptation strong is near;
Over life's dangerous rapids
Who shall thy passage steer?

4—Jesus is strong to save thee!
He is a faithful friend,
Trust on! trust on, believer!
Trust Jesus to the end.

E. w.

265 Psalm cvii. 26. P.M.

1—Lord, the waves are breaking o'er me and around; Oft of coming tempest I hear the moaning

sound. Here there is no safety, rocks on either hand; 'Tis a foreign roadstead, a strange and

hostile land. Wherefore should I linger? Others gone

before Long since safe are landed on a calm and friendly shore. Now the sailing orders, in mercy, Lord, bestow,—

Loose the cable, let me go!
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2—Lord, the night is closing round my feeble bark; How shall I encounter its watches long and

dark? Sorely worn and shatter'd by many a billow

past, Can I stand another rude and stormy blast? Ah! the promised haven I never may attain, Sinking and forgotten amid the lonely main; Enemies around me, gloomy depths below,— Loose the cable, let me go!

3—Lord, I would be near Thee, with Thee where Thou art,— Thine own word hath said it, "'tis better

to depart,"
There to serve Thee better, there to love

Thee more,
With Thy ransom'd people to worship and

adore.
Ever to Thy presence Thou dost call Thine

own— Why am I remaining helpless and alone? Oh ! to see Thy glory, Thy wondrous love to know!—

Loose the cable, let me go!

4—Lord, the lights are gleaming from the distant shore, Where no billows threaten, where no tempests roar Long beloved voices, calling me, I hear,— Oh! how sweet their summons falls upon

mine ear! Here are foes and strangers, faithless hearts

and cold, There is fond affection, fondly proved of old! Let me haste to join them! may it not be so ?— Loose the cable, let me go!

5—Hark! the solemn answer! Hark! the promise sure!

"Blessed are the servants who to the end endure!"

Yet a little longer, tarry and hope on,—

Yet a little longer, weak and weary one!

More to perfect patience, to grow in faith and love,

More My strength and wisdom and faithfulness to prove;

Then the sailing orders the Captain shall bestow,—

Loose the cable, let thee go.

FROM HYMNS FROM THE LAND OF LUTHER.

266 John xiv. 27. S.M.

1—Let not your hearts be faint;
My peace I give to you,
Such peace as reason never plann'd,
As worldlings never knew.

2—Tis not the stilly calm

That bodes a tempest nigh,
Or lures the heedless mariner
Where rocks and quicksands lie.

3—It is not nature's sleep,
The stupor of the soul,
That knows not God, nor owns His hand,
Tho' wide His thunders roll.

4—It speaks a ransomed world,
A Father reconciled,
A sinner to a saint transformed,
A rebel to a child.

5—It tells of joys to come,

It soothes the troubled breast,
It shines a star amid the storm,
The harbinger of rest.

6—Then murmur not, nor mourn,
My people faint and few,
Tho' earth to its foundation shake,
My peace I leave with you.

267 Acts xi. 23. P.M.

1—Cling to the Mighty One,

Cling in thy grief;
Cling to the Holy One,

He gives relief;
Cling to the Gracious One,

Cling in thy pain;
Cling to the Faithful One,

He will sustain.

2—Cling to the Living one,

Cling in thy woe;
Cling to the Loving One,

Through all below;
Cling to the Pard'ning One,

He speaketh peace;
Cling to the Healing One,

Anguish shall cease.

3—Cling to the Bleeding one,

Cling to His side;
Cling to the Risen One,

In Him abide;
Cling to the Coming One,

Hope shall arise;
Cling to the Reigning One,

Joy lights thine eyes.

268 Judges viii. 4. P.M.

1—I do not doubt my safety—that Thy hand Will still uphold me, even to the last,

And that my feet on Canaan's hill shall stand,
When the long wilderness is overpast;

But often faith is weak, and hope is low;

Forward, indeed, but faint and wearily I go.

2—I do not doubt Thy love, my Lord and God,

The love which suffer'd and which died

for me,

The love which sought me on the downward

road,

Unclasp'd the fetters, set the captive free!

But mine seems now so languid, dull and

cold—> O for the blissful hours which I have known of old!

3—I do not doubt, unworthy though I be,

Thy worthiness, my Saviour, is my own! One of Thy many mansions is for me,

In the good land where Borrow is unknown; But often clouds obscure the distant scene, And from the flood I shrink, which darkly rolls between.

4—Lord! at the evening time let there be light;

Unveil Thy presence, bid all darkness fly;

Surely, ere now, far spent must be the night,

The morning comes, the journey's end is

nigh;

Renew my strength, what yet remains to

run, 'Till glory crown the work which grace has here begun.

269 Heb. xiii. 5. P.M.

1—Be thou content;—be still before

His face, at whose right hand doth reign
Fulness of joy for evermore,

Without whom all thy toil is vain.
He is thy living spring, thy sun, whose rays
Make glad with life and light thy weary days.
Be thou content!

2—In Him is comfort, light, and grace,

And changeless love beyond our thought;
The sorest pang, the worst disgrace,

If He is there, shall harm thee not.
He can lift off thy cross, and loose thy bands,
And calm thy fears,—nay, death is in His
hands.

Be thou content!

3—Or art thou friendless and alone,

Hast none in whom thou canst confide?
God careth for thee, lonely one,

Comfort and help will He provide.
He sees thy sorrows, and thy hidden grief,
He knoweth when to send thee quick relief.
Be thou content!

4—The heart's out-spoken pain He knows,
Thy secret sighs He hears full well,
What to none else thou dar'st disclose

To Him thou may'st with boldness tell.
He is not far away, but ever nigh,
And answereth willingly the poor man's cry.
Be thou content!

5—Be not o'er-mastered by thy pain,

But cling to God, thou shalt not fall;
The floods sweep over thee in vain,

Thou yet shalt rise above them all;
For when thy trial seems too hard to bear,
Lo! God, thy King, hath granted all thy
prayer.

Be thou content!

6—Why art thou full of anxious fear

How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed?
He who hath made and placed thee here,
Will give thee needful daily bread.

Canst thou not trust His rich and bounteous

hand, Who feeds all living things on sea and land? Be thou content!

7—He who doth teach the little birds

To find their meat in field and wood,
Who gives the countless flocks and herds
Each day their needful drink and food,
Thy hunger too will surely satisfy,
And all thy wants in His good time supply.
Be thou content!

8—Say'st thou, "I know not how or where,
No help I see, where'er I turn?"
When of all else we most despair,

The riches of God's love we learn.
When thou and I His hand no longer trace,
He leads us forth into a pleasant place.
Be thou content!

9—Though long His promised aid delay,
At last it will be surely sent:
Though thy heart sink in sore dismay,

The trial for thy good is meant.
What we have won with pains, we hold most

fast;
What tarrieth long, is sweeter at the last.
Be thou content!

10—Lay not to heart whate'er of ill

Thy foes may falsely speak of thee;
Let man defame thee as he will,

God hears, and judges righteously.
Why should'st thou fear, if God be on thy

side,
Man's cruel anger or malicious pride?
Be thou content!

11—We know for us a rest remains,

When God will give us sweet release
From earth and all our mortal chains,
And turn our sufferings into peace.
Sooner or later death will surely come,
To end our sorrows, and to take us home.
Be thou content!

GERHARDT.
From Lyra Oermanica.

270 Gen. xxviii. 15. P.M.

1—God doth not leave His own!

The night of weeping for a time may last,

Then, tears all past,
His going forth shall as the morning shine,
The sunrise of His favour shall be thine—
God doth not leave His own!

2—God doth not leave His own!

Tho' few and evil all their days appear,

Tho' grief and fear
Come in the train of earth and hell's dark

crowd—
The trusting heart says, even in the cloud,
God doth not leave His own!

3—God doth not leave His own!

Their sorrow in this life He doth permit—

Yea, chooseth it.
To speed His children in their heavenward

way,
He guides the winds ;—faith, hope, and love
all say,
God doth not leave His own!

271 John xii. 21. P.M.

1—"We would see Jesus"—for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life: We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen, For the last weariness—the final strife.

2—"We would see Jesus "—for life's hand hath rested With its dark touch upon both heart and brow; And though our souls have many a billow breasted, Others are rising in the distance now.

3—"We would see Jesus"—the great rockfoundation, Whereon our feet we've set by sovereign grace; Not life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face.

4—" We would see Jesus "—other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.

5—"We would see Jesus"—yet the spirit lingers

Round the dear objects it has loved so long,

And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its

fingers.—

Our love to Thee makes not this love less

strong.

6—"We would see Jesus"—sense is all too blinding, And heaven appears too dim—too far away; We would see Thee, to gain a sweet reminding, That Thou hast promised our great debt to pay.

7—"We would see Jesus"—this is all we're needing,— Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight: "We would see Jesus," dying, risen, pleading: Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!

272 Phil. i. 23.

1—I journey forth rejoicing,

From this dark vale of tears,
To heavenly joy and freedom,

From earthly bonds and fears;
Where Christ our Lord shall gather

All His redeem'd again,
His kingdom to inherit;—

Good night till then!

2—Go to thy quiet resting,
Poor tenement of clay!
From all thy pain and weakness

I gladly haste away;
But still in faith confiding
To find Thee yet again,
All glorious and immortal;—
Good night till then!

3—Why thus so sadly weeping, Belov'd ones of my heart 1 The Lord is good and gracious,

Tho' now he bids us part.
Oft have we met in gladness,

And we shall meet again,
All sorrow left behind ua;—

Good night till then!

4—I go to see His glory,

Whom we have lov'd below;
I go the blessed angels,

The holy saints, to know;
Our lovely ones departed,

I go to find again,
And wait for you to join us;

Good night till then!

5—1 hear the Saviour calling;
The joyful hour has come;
The angel-guards are ready

To guide me to our home;
Where Christ our Lord shall gather

All His redeem'd again,
His kingdom to inherit;—

Good night till then!

HYMNS FROM THE LAND OP LUTHER.

273 Heb. iv. 3. P.M.

1—Rest, weary soul!

The penalty is borne, the ransom paid,
For all thy sins full satisfaction made;
Strive not thyself to do what Christ has done;
Claim the free gift and make the joy thine

own;
No more by pangs of guilt and fear distrest,
Rest, sweetly rest!

2—Rest, weary heart 1

From all thy silent griefs and secret pain,
Thy profitless regrets and longings vain;
Wisdom and love have ordered all the past,
All shall be blessedness and bright at last;
Cast off the cares that have so long oppress'd
Rest, sweetly rest!

3—Rest, weary head!

Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb,
Light from above has broken through its

gloom;
Here in the place where once thy Saviour

lay,

Where He shall wake thee on a future day,
Like a tired child upon its mother's breast,
Rest, sweetly rest!

4—Rest, spirit, rest!

In the green pastures of the heavenly shore,
Where sin and sorrow can approach no more,
With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed,
Beside the streams of life eternal led,
For ever with thy God and Saviour blest,
Rest, sweetly rest!

274 Luke xxi. 19. P.M.

1—Be still, my soul! the Lord is on thy side, Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain; Leave to thy God to order and provide,

In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul I thy best, thy heavenly

Friend,
Thro' thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2—Be still, my soul! thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past: Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake, All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul! the waves and winds still

know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3—Be still, my soul! when dearest friends
depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His
heart,

Who comes to sooth thy sorrows and thy
fears.
Be still, my soul! thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4—Be still, my soul! the hour is hastening on,

When we shall be for ever with the Lord;

When disappointment, grief, and fear, are

gone,

Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.

Be still, my soul! when change and fears are

past, All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

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5—Be still, my soul! begin the song of praise On earth, believing, to the Lord on high; Acknowledge Him in all thy works and ways, So shall He view thee with a well-pleas'd eye. Be still, my soul! the sun of life divine Thro' passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

HYMNS FROM THE LAND OF LUTHER.

275 John xiv. 2. 7.6.

1—Going home! and going quickly!
Tis a thought to cheer the heart;
Should we suffer, be it meekly,
Soon the world and we must part,
Never more to meet again;
There's an end of suffering then,
There's an end of all that grieves us ;—
How the thought of this relieves us!

2—Going home! How sweet and cheering!
Going to the place we love,
There in royal state appearing
'Mid the shining court above.
There our Father lives and reigns,
Greater He than fancy feigns;
There His people live for ever,
There's a portion fading never.

3—Going home! There's nothing dearer
To the pilgrim's heart than home;
Drawing nearer still and nearer
To the place where pilgrims come,
Much he thinks of what will be,
Much of what he hopes to see,
Thinks of kindred, friends, and brothers,
But of Christ above all others.

4—'Tis the blessed hope of seeing
Him he loves in glory there,
Blessed hope of ever being
With the Lord, His joys to share.
'Tis the hope which lightens toil,
And in sorrow makes him smile,
Cheers him in the midst of strangers,
Keeps him when beset with dangers.

5—Going home! Then it behoves us
Here to live as strangers do;
When the trial comes, it proves us,
Proves if we have faith or no;
Let us make the promise sure,
Let us to the end endure,
In the Saviour's love abiding,
In the Saviour's strength confiding.

276 Luke xii. 32. CM.

1—A little flock! so calls He thee,

Who bought thee with His blood;
A little flock, disowned of men,
But owned and loved of God.

2—A little flock! yea even so,
A handful among men,
Such is the purpose of thy God;
So willeth He; Amen!

3—Not many rich and noble called,
Not many great and wise;
They whom He makes His kings and
priests,
Are poor in human eyes.

4—Church of the everlasting God,
Our Father's gracious choice,
Amidst the voices of this earth,
How feeble is Thy voice!

5—But the chief Shepherd comes at length,
Thy feeble days are o'er;
No more a handful in the earth,
A little flock no more.

6—No more a lily among thorns,
Weary, and faint, and few;
But countless as the stars of heaven,
Or as the early dew.

7—When entering th' eternal hall
In robes of victory,
That mighty multitude shall keep

A joyous jubilee. H. Bonar.

277 Psalm vi. 8. P.M.

1—Weep not,—Jesus lives on high,
Oh ! sad and wearied one!
If thou with the burden sigh
Of grief thou cans't not shun,
Trust Him still ;—
Soon there will
Roses in the thicket stand,
Goshen smile in Egypt's land.

2—Weep not,—Jesus thinks of thee,
When all beside forget,
And on thee so lovingly
His faithfulness has set,
That tho' all
Ruined fall,
Everything on earth be shaken,
Thou wilt never be forsaken.

3—Weep not,—Jesus heareth thee,
Hears thy moanings broken,
Hears when thou right wearily
All thy grief has spoken.
Raise thy cry,
He is nigh;
And when waves roll full in view,
He shall fix their "Hitherto."

4—Weep not,—Jesus loveth thee,
Tho' all around may scorn,
And tho' poisoned arrows be
Upon thy buckler borne.
With His love,
Nought can move;
All may fail,—yet only wait,
He shall make the crooked straight.

5—Weep not,—Jesus cares for thee,
Then what of good can fail?
Why shouldest thou thus gloomily
At thought of trouble quail?
He will bear
All thy care;
And if He the burden take,
He will all things perfect make.

6—Weep not,—Jesus comforts thee;
He yet shall come and save,
And each sorrow thou shalt see
Lie buried in thy grave.
Sin shall die,
Grief shall fly;
Thou hast wept thy latest tears,
When the Lord of life appears.

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

278 Heb. ii. 10. P.M.

1—Perfect through suffering! Is this the path
My Saviour trod?
And shall I shrink to follow Thee,
Thou Lamb of God?

2—Perfect through suffering! The heart may faint

Upon the road,
And flesh and spirit both may fail;—
Yet hope in God!

3—Perfect through suffering! The gold refined
No dross remains,
And o'er the furnace watcheth One,
To guide the flames.

4—Perfect through suffering! A bright reward
Before thee lies;
Gird up thy loins to run the race ;—
Then seize the prize.

5—Perfect through suffering! The countless throng

Of saints in light,
Through tribulations great have come,
Afflictions fight.

6—Perfect through suffering! Their robes made white

In Jesu's blood,
The tears from ev'ry eye are wiped,
They reign with God.

7—Perfect through suffering! The conflict o'er,
The race well run,
A crown of immortality
And joy is won.

8—Perfect through suffering! Is this the path
My Saviour trod?
Then welcome be its fiery cross!
It leads to God?

279 2 Car. v. 17. CM.

1—We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord,
Our Saviour kind and true,
For all the old things pass'd away,
For all Thou hast made new.

2—The old security is gone,

In which so long we lay;
The sleep of death Thou hast dispelled,
The darkness rolled away.

3—New hopes, new purposes, desires,
And joys, Thy grace has given;
Old ties are broken from the earth,
New ones attach to heaven.

4—But yet how much must be destroyed,
How much renew'd must be,
Ere we can fully stand complete,
In likeness, Lord, to Thee !—

5—Ere to Jerusalem above,

The holy place, we come,
Where nothing sinful or defiled
Shall ever find a home.

6—Thou, only Thou, must carry on
The work Thou hast begun;
Of Thine own strength Thou must impart,
In Thine own ways to run. „

7—Ah! leave us not! From day to day
Revive, restore again;
Our feeble steps do Thou direct,
Our enemies restrain.

8—Whate'er would tempt the soul to stray,
Or separate from Thee,
That, Lord, remove, however dear
To the poor heart it be!

9—When the flesh sinks, then strengthen Thou
The spirit from above;
Make us to feel Thy service sweet,
And light Thy yoke of love.

10—So shall we faultless stand at last
Before Thy Father's throne,
The blessedness for ever ours,
The glory all Thine own!

SPITTA.
From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

280 Heb. xi. 16. P.M.

1—My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I, a pilgrim stranger
Would not detain them as they fly—

These hours of toil and danger.
For Oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,

Our friends are passing over,
And just before the shining shore

We may almost discover.

2—We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our distant home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let ev'ry lamp be burning.

For oh! we stand, &c.

3—Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing,
That perfect rest none can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.
For oh! we stand, &c.

4—Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;
Our King says "Come,"—and there's a
home,
For ever, oh! for ever!

For oh! we stand, &c.

281 1 John hi. 2. P.M.

1—What shall I be, my Lord, when I behold

Thee

In awful majesty at God's right hand,

And 'mid th' eternal glories that enfold me,

In strange bewilderment, O Lord, I stand?

What shall I be ? these tears—they dim my

sight;
I cannot catch the blissful vision right.

2—What shall I be, Lord, when Thy radiant

giory,
As from the grave I rise, encircles me,

When brightly pictured in the light before

me What eye hath never seen, my eye shall

see, What shall I be? Ah! blessed and sublime Is the dim prospect of that glorious time!

3—What shall I be, when days of grief are ended, From earthly fetters set for ever free, When from the harps of saints and angels blended, I hear the burst of joyful melody? What shall I be, when risen from the dead, Sin, death, and hell I never more shall dread?

4—What shall I be, when all around are
thronging,
The loved of earth, where I have come to
dwell,
When all is joy and praise—no anxious long-
ing,
No bitter parting, and no sad farewell?

What shall I be ? Ah, how the streaming light
Can lend a radiance to this dreary night!

5—Yes! Faith can never know the full salvation, Which Jesus for His people will prepare;— Then will I wait in peaceful expectation, Till the good Shepherd comes to take me there. My Lord, my God, a blissful end I see, Tho' now I know not what I yet shall be!

LANGBECKER. From Hymns from the Land of Luther.

282 Psalm xcv. 1. P.M.

1—Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move,

Bound to the land of bright spirits above;
Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says, "Come,"
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits above.

2—Soon will our pilgrimage end here below,
Soon to the presence of God we shall go;
Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been given,
Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward, &c.

3—Teachers and kindred have passed on before, Waiting, they watch us approaching the

shore, Singing to cheer us while passing along— Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home.

Joyfully, joyfully, onward, &c.

4—Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear;— Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall

hear, Filling with harmony heaven's high dome; Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come.

Joyfully, joyfully, onward, &c.

5—Death, with its arrow, may soon lay us low;
Safe in our Saviour, we fear not the blow:
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb—
Joyfully, joyfully, we will go home.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward, &c.

6—Bright will the morn of eternity dawn;
Death shall be conquered, its sceptre be gone;
Over the plains of our Canaan we'll roam,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
Joyfully, joyfully, onward, &c.

283 Psalm xxxvii. 5 P.M.

1—Commit thy way to God,

The weight which makes thee faint—
Worlds are to Him no load!

To Him breathe thy complaint.
He who for winds and clouds

Maketh a pathway free,
Through wastes or hostile crowds

Can make a way for thee.

2—Hope, then, tho' woes be doubled,

Hope and be undismayed;
Let not thine heart be troubled,

Nor let it be afraid.
This prison where thou art,

Thy God will break it soon,
And flood with light thy heart,

In His own blessed noon.

3—Up, up, the day is breaking,

Say to thy cares, Good night!
Thy troubles from thee shaking

Like dreams in day's fresh light.
Thou wearest not the crown,

Nor the best course can'st tell; God sitteth on the throne,

And guideth all things well.

4—Trust Him to govern, then:

No king can rule like Him.
How wilt thou wonder when

Thine eyes no more are dim,
To see those paths which vex thee,

How wise they were and meet;
The works which now perplex thee,

How beautiful, complete!

5—Faithful the love thou sharest;

All, all is well with thee;
The crown from hence thou bearest

With shouts of victory.
In thy right hand to-morrow

Thy God shall place the palms.
To Him who chased thy sorrow,

How glad will be thy psalms 1

PAUL GERHARDT.

284 Phil i. 21. P.M.

1—Precious Saviour, may I live

Only for Thee.

Spend the powers Thou dost give,

Only for Thee.

2—Be my spirit's deep desire

Only for Thee.

May my intellect aspire

Only for Thee.

3—In my joys may I rejoice

Only for Thee.
In my choices make my choice

Only for Thee.

4—Meekly may I suffer grief

Only for Thee.
Gratefully accept relief

Only for Thee.

5—Be my smiles and be my tears

Only for Thee.
Be my young and riper years

Only for Thee.
6—Be my singing and my sighing

Only for Thee.
Be my sickness and my dying

Only for Thee.
7—Be my rising, be my glory

Only for Thee.
Be my whole eternity

Only for Thee.

E.W.

285 Psalm cxvi. 7. P.M.

1—Cease, my soul, thy strayings!

Have they brought thee peace?
Come, no more delayings,
Cease thy wanderings, cease.
These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

2—Thou hast found thy centre,
There, my soul, abide,
Never more adventure
Now to swerve aside.

These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.
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3—Thou hast reach'd thy dwelling,
Safe, sure anchorage,
From the perilous swelling
Of the tempest's rage.

These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

4—Tranquil hours now greet thee
In thy calm abode;
Gracious looks now meet thee
From thy loving God.
; These vanities how vain!

"Wander not again.

5—Pierce these mists that blind thee;
Press to yonder prize;
Break the bonds that bind thee:
Rise, my soul, arise!

These vanities how vain!
Wander not again.

H. BONAR.

286 Isaiahbm. 19. P.M.

1—Are your souls the Saviour seeking?
Peace, peace, be still ;—-
"lis the Lord Himself is speaking,
Peace, peace, be still.

For before the world's foundation.
God secured a full salvation,-—
Happy people, chosen nation!
Peace, peace, be still.

2—Tis the blood of Christ hath spoken,

Peace, peace, be still;
The destroyer sees the token,

Peace, peace, be still.
On God's word we boldly venture,
All our hopes in Jesus centre ;-—
Into rest our souls can enter,—

Peace, peace, be still.

3—Great the calm the Saviour spreadeth,

Peace, peace, be still;
Whatsoe'er your spirit dreadeth,

Peace, peace, be still.
Though with mighty foes engaging,
War with sin and Satan waging,
Storms of trial fiercely raging,

Peace, peace, be still.

4—Ye who love the Lord's appearing,
Peace, peace, be still;
Day and night through faith unfearing,
Peace, peace, be still.

Though approaching judgments thunder,
Filling all men's hearts with wonder,
Though earth's ties are rent asunder,
Peace, peace, be still.

5—Jesus walks upon the ocean,

Peace, peace, be still;
He shall hush its loud commotion,

Peace, peace, be still.
Soon shall end our days of sighing,
Pain and sorrow, death and crying ;—
Till that hour on God relying,—

Peace, peace, be still.

287 1 John iii. 2. 8.

1—We speak of the realms of the blessed,
That country so bright and so fair;
And oft are its glories confessed;
But what must it be to be there!

2—We speak of its pathways of gold,

Its walls deck'd with jewels so rare;
Its wonders and pleasures untold—
But what must it be to be there!

3—We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blessed above—
But what must it be to be there!

4—We speak of its freedom from sin,

From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within—
But what must it be to be there!

5—Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare;
That shortly we also may know
And feel what it is to be there?

288 1 Peter ii. 7. P.M.

1—My Saviour! Thou art precious, more dear

than life to me, Ah! whom have I in heaven above, or whom

on earth but Thee? And while Thy works reviewing, I wonder

and adore, I love Thee for Thy tender love, still more,'

and more, and more.

2—I see Thy form of beauty reflected in the

deep, When sunny beams, dike chains of gold,

across the billows sweep; And when I cannot number, like waves, Thy

mercies o'er, I love Thee for Thy tender love, still more,

and more, and more.

3—To earth Thou art returning, and this fair

world shall be A holy temple, Lord, at last, whence praise

shall rise to Thee; Then all Thy rule obeying, shall all Thy

grace adore, And love Thee for Thy tender love, still

more, and more, and more.

4—'Tis sweet, tho' oft in sorrow, to call my

Lord my own,
And bend in heartfelt silent praise before

Thy heavenly throne;
But soon, each cloud of sadness, each fear,

each danger o'er,
The endless sunshine of Thy love shall bless

me more and more.

5—To fairer, purer regions, my soul shall soar

away, And ever see Thee as Thou art, in all Thy

bright array; Yet while, in wonder gazing, Thy glories I

explore, Thy love shall claim my ceaseless song, still

more, and more, and more.

6—To faith. Thou art revealing Thyself while

absent, Lord,
By Thine indwelling Spirit's power, and by

Thy written word.
But soon the breaking morning her streams

of light shall pour,

And faith and hope shall yield the palm to

love for evermore.

c. A. H.

289 Eecles. xi. 4. 7.6.

1—Sow ye beside all waters,

Where the dew of heaven may fall;

Ye shall reap if ye be not weary,

For the Spirit breathes o'er all.

Sow, though the thorn may wound thee,

(One wore the thorn for thee,)

And though the cold world scorn thee,

Patient and hopeful be.

2—Sow ye beside all waters,

With a blessing and a prayer;

Name Him whose hands uphold thee,

And sow ye everywhere.

Sow where the sunlight sheddeth

Its warm and cheering ray,

For the rain of heaven descendeth

When the sunbeams pass .away.

3—Sow when the tempest lowers,
For calmer days may break;
And the seed in darkness nourished,
A goodly plant may make.
Sow when the morning breaketh
In beauty o'er the land;
And when the evening falleth,
Withhold not thou thine hand.

4—Sow, though the rock repel thee,
In its cold and sterile pride;
Some cliffc there may be riven,
Where the little seed may hide.
Fear not, for some will flourish,
And though the tares abound,
Like the willows by the waters,
Will the scattered grain be found.

5—Work while the daylight lasteth,
Ere the shades of night come on,
Ere the Lord of the vineyard cometh,
And the labourer's work is done.
Watch not the clouds above thee,
Let the wild winds round thee sweep;
God may the seed-time give thee,
But another hand may reap.

6 —Have faith, though ne'er beholding
The seed hurst from its tomb;
Thou know'st not which may perish,
Or what be spared to bloom.
Room on the narrowest ridges
The ripen'd grain will find;
That the Lord of the harvest coming,
In the harvest sheaves may find.

290 Luke xxiv. 29. P.M.

1—Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness thickens; Lord, with me abide;
While other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh ! abide with me.

2—Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
Oh! Thou, who changest not, abide with me.

3—Come not in terrors as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy

wings,— Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea, Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 4—Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee ;— Oh! to the close, oh! Lord, abide with me.

5—I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless,
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy

victory 1
I triumph still if Thou abide with me.

6—Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to

the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain

shadows flee! In life, in death, oh! Lord, abide with me.

291 Acts iv. 12. P.M.

1—Christ alone—Christ alone—

Is the Christian's watchword here;
Only Jesus will he own,
Him proclaiming far and near.

2—Christ alone—Christ alone-
Lisps the new-born child of God.
When the Saviour first is known,
And he feels the sprinkled blood.

3—Christ alone—Christ alone—
Is the faithful watchman's cry,
Midst the foes of Jesu's throne,
Who His name and truth deny.

4—Christ alone—Christ alone—
Is the noble martyr's song,
Till his spirit home has flown,
Gather'd to the white-robed throng.

5—Christ alone—Christ alone—
Shout the glorious hosts above,
Standing round the Father's throne,
Worshipping in perfect love.

6—Christ alone—Christ alone—
Echo back, my soul, the words;
Thy redeeming Saviour crown—
King of kings and Lord of lords!

292 Isaiah xliv. 22. P.M.

1—Return, O wanderer, to thy home;
Thy Father calls for thee;
No longer now an exile roam
In guilt and misery.

Return! Return!

2—Return, O wanderer, to thy home;
'Tis Jesus calls for thee;
The Spirit and the Bride say come—
O now for refuge flee!

Return! Return!

3—Return, O wanderer, to thy home;
'Tis madness to delay;
There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is mercy's day.

Return! Return!

293 Luke xxiv. 49. CM.

1—Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
Let us Thine influence prove,
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love,

2—Open the hearts of all who hear, •
To make the Saviour room;
Now let us find redemption near,
Let faith by hearing come.

3—Thou art the only Comforter
In all our souls' distress;
Thou showest us our unbelief,
And Christ's redeeming grace.

4—Arise, and strengthen us, O Lord,
Thou know'st we all are frail;
Grant neither Satan, world, nor flesh
May o'er Christ's flock prevail.

5—Cause all disharmony and strife
In Christendom to cease;
And give to all the flocks of Christ
Love, union, truth and peace.

294 Gen. xxvii. 34. P.M.

1—Lord, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering full and free,
Showers the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me,—

Even me.

2—Pass me not, O gracious Father,
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me,—
Even me.

3—Pass me not, O tender Saviour;
Let me live and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favour;

While Thou'rt calling, call for me,—
Even me.

4—Pass me not, 0 mighty Spirit;

Thou can'st make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus's merit,

Speak the word of power to me,—
Even me.

5—Have I long in sin been sleeping-
Long been slighting, grieving Thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh ! forgive, and rescue me,—
Even me.

6—Love of God, so pure and changeless!
Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless !—
Magnify it all in me,—

Even me.

7—Pass me not—this lost one bringing,
Bind my heart, oh! Lord, to Thee;
Whilst the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, oh! bless me,—
Even me.

295 1 Cor. i. 18. 7.6.

1—I saw the cross of Jesus

When burden'd with my sin;
I sought the cross of Jesus
To give me peace within:

I brought my sin to Jesus;

He cleans'd it in His blood;
And in the cross of Jesus

I found my peace with God.

2—I love the cross of Jesus.

It tells me what I am;
A vile and guilty creature,

Saved only through the Lamb:
No righteousness, no merit,

No beauty can I plead;
Yet in the cross I glory,

My title there I read.

3—I clasp the cross of Jesus,

In ev'ry trying hour,
My sure and certain refuge,

My never failing tower.
In every fear and conflict,

I more than conqueror am;
Living I'm safe, or dying,

Through Christ the risen Lamb.

4—Sweet is the cross of Jesus!
There let my weary heart
Still rest in perfect peace
'Till life itself depart.

And then in strains of glory
I'll sing Thy wond'rous power,

Where sin can never enter,
And death is known no more.

F. WHITFIELD.

296 Matt, xxviii. 20. CM.

1—" Lo I am with thee!" bid thy fears
And anxious sorrows cease;
My hands shall dry thy bitter tears,
My lips shall whisper peace.
2—" Lo ! I am with thee !" when the tomb
Thy loved ones calls away,
My voice shall cheer the valley gloom .
With thoughts of endless day.

3—" Lo! I am with thee !"—What the loss
Of all thou canst deplore,
When placed beside the awful cross,
Which once for thee I bore!

4—" Lo! I am with thee!" when the bed
Of languishing is thine,
Thou shalt repose thine aching head
Upon my love divine.

5—" Lo ! I am with thee!" when the knell
Of closing hours shall ring,
Mine arm the fatal foe shall quell,
And crush his vanquished sting.

5—" Lo! I am with thee !" still the same
Through endless years above,
'Mid brighter worlds I shall proclaim
My changeless, deathless love!

MACDUFF.

297 Matt. vi. 6. P.M.

1—Alone with Thee, my God! alone with

Thee!
Thus would'st Thou have it still—thus let it

be.
There is a secret chamber in each mind,
Which none can find,

But He who made it—none beside can know
Its joy or woe.

Oft may I enter it oppressed by care,
And find Thee there;
So full of watchful love, Thou know'st the

why
Of ev'ry sigh.

Then all Thy righteous dealing shall I see,
Alone with Thee, my God! alone with

Thee!

2—The joys of earth are like a summer day,
Fading away;

But in the twilight we may better trace
Thy wondrous grace.

Dd

The homes of earth are emptied oft by death

With chilling breath;

The loved departed guest may ope no more

The well-known door.

Still in that chamber seal'd, Thou'lt dwell

with me, And I with Thee, my God, alone with Thee!

3—The world's false voice would bid me enter

not
That hallow'd spot;
And earthly thoughts would follow on the

track,
To hold me back,

Or seek to break the sacred peace within,
With this world's din.
But by Thy grace, I'll cast them all aside,
Whate'er betide,

And never let that cell deserted be,
Where I may dwell alone, my God, with

Thee!

4—The war may rage;—keep Thou the citadel,
And all is well.
And when I learn the fulness of Thy love

With Thee above—
When ev'ry heart oppressed by hidden grief
Shall gain relief;

When ev'ry weary soul shall find its rest

Amidst the blest,
Then all my heart, from sin and sorrow free,
Shall be a temple meet, my God, for Thee.

298 Matt, xxviii. 6. 7.6.

1—Thou hast stood here, Lord Jesus,

Beside the still cold grave;
And proved Thy deep compassion,

And mighty power to save.
Thy tears of tender pity,

Thine agonising groan,
Teach how for us Thou feelest,

Now seated on Thy throne.

2—Thou hast lain here, Lord Jesus,

Thyself the victim then;
The Lord of life and glory,

Once slain for wretched men.
From sin and condemnation

When none but Thou could'st save,
Thy love than death was stronger,

And deeper than the grave.

3—Thou hast been here, Lord Jesus
But Thou art here no more;
The terror and the darkness,
The night of death are o'er.

Great Captain of salvation,
Thy triumphs now we sing;

Oh! grave, where is thy victory?
Oh ! death, where is thy sting?

4—We wait for Thine appearing;

We weep, but we rejoice;
In all our depths of sorrow,

We still can hear Thy voice ;—
"I am the resurrection ;"

"I live, who once was slain ;"
"Fear not, thy friend and brother

Shall rise with Me and reign."

299 2 Tim. iv. 7, 8. P.M.

A DYING MARTYR'S HYMN.

1 —Sing with me! sing with me!
Weeping brethren, sing with me!
For now an open heaven I see,
And a crown of glory laid for me;
How my soul this earth despises!
How my heart and spirit rises!
Bounding from the flesh I sever!
World of sin, adieu, for ever!

2—Sing with me! sing with me!
Friends in Jesus, sing with me!
All my sufferings, all my woe,
All my griefs I here forego.
Farewell terrors, sighing, grieving,
Praying, hearing, and believing;
Earthly trust, and all its wrongings;
Earthly love, and all its longings.

3—Sing with me! sing with me!
Blessed spirits, sing with me!
To the Lamb our songs shall be,
Through a glad eternity J
Farewell, earthly morn and even,
Sun and moon and stars of heaven;
Heavenly portals ope before me,—
Welcome Christ and all His glory!

300 Rev. xxi. 4. P.M.

1—Beyond the smiling and the weeping,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the waking and the sleeping,
Beyond the sowing and the reaping,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home!
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not, but come.

2—Beyond the blooming and the fading,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the shining and the shading,
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! &c.

3—Beyond the rising and the setting,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the calming and the fretting,
Beyond remembering and forgetting,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! &c.

4—Beyond the gathering and the strewing,

I shall be soon;

Beyond the ebbing and the flowing,

Beyond the coming and the going,

I shall be soon.

Love, rest, and home! &c.

5—Beyond the parting and the meeting,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the farewell and the greeting,
Beyond the pulse's fever beating.
I shall be soon.
Love, rest, and home! &c.

H. BONAR.

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