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2 IIark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, fi'on every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethleheni. 3 Once on the raging seas ) rude,
The storn, was loud, -the night was daik, The ocean yawn’d, -and rudely blow'l.
The wind that tossid my foundering baik 4 Deep horror then my vitals fioze,
Death-struck, I ceas’d the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,
It was the star of Bethlehem, 5 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storns and danger’sthrall,
It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moord-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for ever more,
The star!--the star of Bethlehem!
L. M. 162.
The Morning Star.
Can chase the darkness of my soul,
Ti here now the shades of midnight roll: Al! why so long should horror shroud
This mourning breast with deep despair? Break through the dark and envious cloud,
Arise, arise, O Morning star. 2 Through a long night of griefs and fears,
With gloom and sorrow compass'd round I drop my uncomplaining tear's,
Nor yet the radiant dawn have found;
With patient hope, thy promis'd ray,
I long for thee, sweet Morning star. 3 Increasing clouds announce thee nigh,
Slumber my weary eyes invades; Death spreads his horrors o'er the sky,
And thickens all the gather'd shades. 1 yield, I bow my drooping head,
Resign, at length, my anxious care
L. M. 163. Bright and morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16
E worlds of light, that roll so near
The Saviour's throne of shining bliss O tell, how mean your glories are,
How faint and few, compar'd with his! 2 We sing the bright and morning Star,
Jesus, the spring of light and love:
Conduct us to the realms above!
Point out the puzzled Christian's way:
And guides their steps, and calms their fears 5 When shall we reach the heavenly place
Where this bright Star shall brightest shine!
ROCK OF AGES.
P. M. 164. Rock smittere; or the Rock of Ages, Isaiah
xxvi. 4. ROCK of Ages, shelter me! Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's deinands:
Thou must save, and thou alone. > Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross 1 cling;
Wash me, Saviour, or I'die!
When my eye-strings break in death,
Prov. xviii. 24. 1 ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love, beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end. Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood? But this Savivur died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God.
Friend of sinners was his name;
4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We alas! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above.
L. M. 1 POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am,
I have a rich almighty friends Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.
And, by his power, my foes controllod:
And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 But, ah! my iumost spirit mourns;
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
I've been a faithless friend to him. 4 Often my gracious friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
Sooner than all my friend can say.
I could not thus my friend requite!
P. M. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me rol,
While the tempest still is high;
O my Saviour, hide,
9 Other refuge have I none,
Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Lest I basely shrink and flee.
All my help from thee I bring;
With the shadow of thy wing! s Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find:
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
I am all unrighteousness,
Thou art full of truth and grace. · Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee. Reign, O Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity.
L. M. 168.
Physician of Souls, Jer. viii. 22. 1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure! In vain, alas! in nature's afd;
The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength in every part;
And spreads its poison to the heart.
And is no kind Physician nigh,