4 The sun that guides the golden day,
The moon that rules the night,
The starry-frame, the milky-way,—
Thy Husband made the light.

5 The grazing herd, the beasts of prey,
The creatures great and small,
For thy behoof their tribute pay,-
Thy Husband made them all.

6 Apollos thine, Paul, life and death,
Things present, things to be;
And every thing, that being hath,
Thy Husband made for thee.

7 Thou hast indeed the better part,
That part will fail thee never,
Thy Husband's hand, thy Husband's heart,
Thy Husband's all for ever.

371.

THE VERY AGED.

Isa. xlvi. 4.

1 IN age and feebleness extreme,

Who shall a helpless worm redeem! Jesus, my only hope Thou art,

Strength of my failing flesh and heart! O could I catch a smile from Thee, And drop into eternity.

372.-L. M.

1 "WHAT think ye of Christ?" is the test, To try both your state and your scheme, You cannot be right in the rest,

Unless you think rightly of Him.

As Jesus appears in our view,
As He is beloved or not;
So God is disposed to you,

And mercy or wrath are your lot.

2 Some take Him a creature to be,
A man or an angel at most:
Sure these have not feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost;
So guilty, so helpless am I,

I durst not confide in his blood,

Nor on his protection rely,

Unless I were sure He is God.

3 Some call Him a Saviour, in word,

But mix their own works with his plan; And hope He his help will afford,

When they have done all that they can: If doings prove rather too light,

(A little, they own, they may fail) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting his name in the scale.

4 Some style Him the Pearl of great price,
And say He's the Fountain of joys,
Yet feed upon folly and vice,

And cleave to the world and its toys:
Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss,
And while they salute Him, betray:
Ah! what will profession like this
Avail in his terrible day?

4 If ask'd what of Jesus I think,

[poor,

Though still my best thoughts are but I say, He's my Meat and my Drink,

My Life, and my Strength, and my store; My Shepherd, my Guardian, my Friend, My Saviour from sin and from thrall; My Hope from beginning to end, My Portion, my Lord, and my All:

1 RAISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune,

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial Grace has done.

2 Sing how eternal Love

Its chief Belovèd chose,
And bid Him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

3 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flarnes below.

To

4 "Twas Mercy fill'd the throne. And Wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent with pardons down, To rebels doom'd to die.

5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrows cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.

6 Lord, we obey thy call;
We lay an humble claim

To the salvation thou has brought,
And love and praise thy name.

374.-P. M.

1 ALL ye that pass by,

To Jesus draw nigh:

you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our Ransom and Peace,

Our Surety He is ;

Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

2 For what you have done,

His blood must atone:

The Father hath punished for you his dear Son. The Lord, in the day

Of his anger, did lay

[away

Our sins on the Lamb; and He bore them

And low at his cross with astonishment fall. But lift up your eyes

At Jesus's cries:

Impassive, He suffers ; Immortal, He dies.

4 He dies to atone
For sins not his own;

Our debt He hath paid, and our work He hath done.

All who will may receive
The peace He did leave

Who made intercession, "My Father, forgive!"

5

For these and for me
He pray'd on the tree:

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
That sinner am I

Who on Jesus rely,

And come for the pardon God cannot deny. 6 My pardon I claim;

For a sinner I am;

A sinner believing in Jesus's name.
He purchased the grace

Which now I embrace :

O Father, thou knowest He hath died in my place.

7

His death is my plea;

My Advocate see.

And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd

for me: