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COMETIMES a light surprises w The Christian while He fings; It is the Lord, who rises

With healing in His wings : When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again A season of clear shining

To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new :
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
E’en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing

But He will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing

Will clothe His people too ;
Beneath the spreading heavens

No creature but is fed ;
And He, who feeds the ravens,

Will give His children bread.

Though vine nor fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit shall bear ;
Though all the field should wither,

Nor Alocks nor herds be there;
Yet, God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice ;
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

William Cowper.



THOU all-sufficient One,

Who art
The chosen portion of my heart !
Other rejoicing need I none, —

I can find all in Thee,

Thou chiefest good to me!
Who has Thee is satisfied ;
Who by Thee doth still abide
Is no more lonely, at Thy side.

To whom Thou dost reveal

Thy face,
He lives in joy in every place, -

In every time has what he will.

Who in his deep heart-ground

To Thee is firmly bound,
Still and joyful knows no fear.
Earth costs him no bitter tear, —
Earth grows dim when Thou art near.

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Whom Thou dost call Thy child,

Thine own, —
By all on earth may be unknown,
By all on earth may be reviled :

What then? if God be his

He needs no other bliss. If I know that I have Thee, Life and strength and joy may flee, Griefs may come, – they move not me.

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Come, take the whole, that I

To Thee may live and die.
I am Thine, O, be Thou mine,
Until in yonder life divine
Thy face on me shall fully shine!




THE Lord descended from above,

1 And bowed the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast

The darkness of the sky.

On cherubim and seraphim

Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds

Came Aying all abroad.

He sat serene upon the foods,

Their fury to restrain ;
And He, as sovereign Lord and King
For evermore shall reign.


1540. CHRIST.


D ARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes !

1 The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

On him the Spirit, largely poured,.

Exerts its sacred fire ;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.

He comes, the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

He comes from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray, *And on the eyeballs of the blind

To pour celestial day.

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