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791

S. M.
The sure foundation.
every trying hour

My soul to Jesus flies;
I trust in his almighty power,

When swelling billows rise. 2 His comforts bear me up;

I trust a faithful God;
The sure foundation of my hope

Is in my Saviour's blood.
3 Loud hallelujahs sing,

To our Redeemer's Name;
In joy or sorrow_life or death-

His love is still the same. 792

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The servant shall be as his Lord. HY

, Shall as his perfect Master be; To all thy inward life restored,

And outwardly conform’d to thee: Out of thy grave the saints shall rise, And grasp, through death, the glorious prize 2 This is the straight, the royal way

That leads us to the courts above : Here let us ever, ever stay,

Till, on the wings of perfect love, We take our last, triumphant flight, From Calvary's to Zion's height. 793

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Triumphant confidence in the Saviour. 'ILL nigh me, O my Saviour, stand,

And guard in fierce temptation's hour; Hide in the hollow of thy hand;

Show forth in me thy saving power:
Still be thy arms my sure defence,
Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence.

THXavery sufforing servant, Lord,

STILL nigh me,

2 Since thou hast bid me come to thee,

(Good as thou art, and strong to save,) I'll walk o'er life's tempestuous sea,

Upborne by the unyielding wave;
Dauntless, though rocks of pride be near,
And yawning whirlpools of despair.
3 When darkness intercepts the skies,

And sorrow's waves around me roll,
And high the storms of troubles rise,

And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul;
My soul a sudden calm shall feel,
And hear a whisper,—Peace; be still !
4 Though in affliction's furnace tried,

Unhurt, on snares and death I'll tread:
Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide,

Pour all its flames upon my head, Like Moses' bush I'll mount the higher, And flourish, unconsumed, in fire.

794

L. M.
It is I ; be not afraid.
THEN power divine in mortal form

Hush'd with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,
Lo, it is I; be not afraid.
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And lonely watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove--
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.
3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot
Of those who know, or know him not.
4 And when the last dread hour shall come,
And shudd'ring nature wait her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,-
Lo, it is I; be not afraid.

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795

L. M.
His loving kindness is better than life.
GOD, thou art my God alone;

Early to thee my soul shall cry;
A pilgrim in a land unknown,-

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 2 Thee, in the watches of the night,

When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;

Thy guardian wings are round my head. 3 Better than life itself, thy love;

Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above,

Or what on earth, compared with thee? 4 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,

For all thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice,

My tongue shall bless thee while I live. 796 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Jesus, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.

on the fidelity

CASF my redeeming Lord,

I shall his salvation see,

According to his word: Credence to his word I give;

My Saviour in distresses past Will not now his servant leave,

But bring me through at last. 2 Better than my boding fears

To me thou oft hast proved ; Oft observed my silent tears,

And challenged thy beloved : Mercy to my rescue flew,

And death ungrasp'd his fainting prey; Pain before thy face withdrew, And sorrow fled

away

3 Now as yesterday the same,

In all my troubles nigh,
Jesus, on thy word and name

I steadfastly rely :
Sure as now the grief I feel,

The promised joy I soon shall have ;
Saved again, to sinners tell

Thy power and will to save, 4 To thy blessed will resign’d,

And stay'd on that alone,
I thy perfect strength shall find,-

Thy faithful mercies own;
Compass'd round with songs of praise,

My all to my Redeemer give; Spread thy miracles of grace,

And to thy glory live.

STEADFASTNESS AND GROWTH IN GRACE.

797

C. M. Vanity of earthly enjoyments. HOW

OW vain are all things here below; Each pleasure hath its poison too,

And every sweet a snare.
2 The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,

Where we possess delight.
3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,

And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense; Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.

5 My Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away

From all created good.

798 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87

Worldly pleasures renounced.
AIN are all terrestrial pleasures ;

Mix'd with dross the purest gold; Seek we then for heavenly treasures --

Treasures never waxing old. Let our best affections centre

On the things around the throne: There no thief can ever enter;

Moth and rust are there unknown.

2 Earthly joys no longer please us;

Here would we renounce them all; Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering,

Points to brighter worlds above; Bids us look for his appearing;

Bids us triumph in his love.

3 May our light be always burning,

And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning,

Longing for the welcome sound.
Thus the Christian life adorning,

Never need we be afraid,
Should he come at night or morning,

Early dawn, or evening shade.