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Confidence in God.

C. M.

WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power!

Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see:

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favoured hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
1 The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast hear, shall know no fear;
That heart wi' rest on thee.

501 Sabbath Evening Song. L. M. 1 MILLION's within thy courts have met,

this day before thee bowed;

Their faces Zion-ward were set,

Vows with their lips to thee they vowed: 2 But thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And hast accepted those alone

In spirit that have worshipped thee.

3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed to-day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble thou wert nigh,
Not one hath sought thy face in vain.
4 Yet one prayer more ;-and be it one
In which both heaven and earth accord,
Fulfil thy promise to thy Son,

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Let all that breathe call Jesus, Lord.

502

The Redeemed in Heaven.

C. M.

PRAISE to the Lord, for they are past, They are gone safe before;

They've borne the wildest tempest blast,
And heard the last storm's roar.

2 Mourners they were-they weep not now
Sick-now they know not pain;
And glory shines on every brow
Of that once feeble train.

30! blest, and beautiful, and bright,
How fair their white robes gleam;
O! to behold the glorious sight
With not a veil between!

4 Yet once, like us, with trembling fear,
Their unknown path they viewed;
Now, God has wiped away each tear
From all that multitude.

5 Shout! they have gained their rest at last, The port where they would be;

Through adverse gales and tempest's blast
Their followers still are we.

503 Welcome to Death.

C. M.

WELCOME the sweet, the sacred hour!

Ye moments, swiftly roll,

When earth shall yield her boasted power To bind my parting soul.

2 Welcome the pang that calls me home
To scenes of long-sought rest;
Welcome the voice that whispers, "Come
To Jesus' pitying breast."

3 There grief her murmurs shall forego,
And sin its power resign;
Pure joy and fove unruffled flow,
And God be ever mine.

4 O could I now those joys foresee
That soon shall be my own;
When, freed from sin, from sorrow free,
I'm filled with God alone;

5 Death's lonely vale should echo wide
With songs of sin forgiven;
Till, wafted safe o'er Jordan's tide,
I join the notes of heaven.

504 Call from the Heathen.

8,7.

WAFTED o'er the breast of ocean,

Hark! a voice attracts the ear;
Hushed be every rude commotion;
Soft and low it murmurs near-
Lo we perish! ye can save,
Fearless venture o'er the wave.

2 Yes, ye heard it, sainted spirits,
Throned in radiance ever bright,
Where, exalted, each inherits
Glory in yon world of light;
Heard it, and obeyed the call;
Served your God, and left your all

3 And ye hear it, ye who hasten
In the path by martyrs trod,
Human suffering to lessen,

Souls immortal bring to God:
Followers of your gracious Lord,
Mercy will your names record.
4 Who hears not the invitation,
"Come and help," from many a land?
Who would not proclaim salvation,
Fearless, at his Lord's command;
Making glad the wilderness
With his messages of peace!
5 Praise and blessing never ending,
Jesus! to thy name be given:
Thou didst once, for man descending,
Leave the highest throne of heaven:
Souls by thee redeemed shall swell
Songs of love unspeakable.

505

Religion.

L.M.

O COME, thou great and gracious Power, Accept a home within my breast;

My spirit cheer in every hour,

In every season give me rest.

20 teach me well to know my heart,
My folly and my sin to see;
On earth to bear a lowly part,
And give myself and all to thee.

2 Teach me to trust a Saviour's name,
To feel a Saviour's dying love;
To be redeemed-be that my fame,-
My honours let me seek above.

When pleasure cheers and friendship smiles,
And smoothly sweeps my bark along,
Then save me from the tempter's wiles,
Be thou my joy, be thou my song.

5 And when affliction's gloomy power Shall shroud my soul in sad dismay; Rise thou, a star to cheer that hour,

And lead me through the darkened way.
6 Yea, at the last, when ghastly death
This life's short brittle thread shall break,
Do thou attend my latest breath,

Thy Spirit clothe me when I wake.
7 And when around the judgment throne
The myriads of the earth shall meet,
O wilt thou then my spirit own,

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And fill me with thy oliss complete!

506

Heaven in Prospect.

PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,

Gird and deck the saints in light,

7'8.

Priests and kings and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms, Victory through his cross alone.

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, "Take the kingdom-it is thine,

King of kings, and Lord of lords!" 4 Round the altar, priests confess,

If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's righteousness, And his blood that made them so. 5 Who are these?-on earth they dwelt, Sinners once of Adam's race; Guilt and fear and suffering felt,

But were saved by sovereign grace.