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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
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MY BELOVED NIECE, 
 
 GERTRUDE, 
 
 THIS LITTLE VOLUME 
 
 is 
 
 MOST AFFECTIONATELY 
 
 INSCRIBED. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 "Himself hath doneit" .. .. ..1 
 
 "Lead me, Lord" .. .. .. .. 3 
 
 2 Cor. iv. 18. .. .. .. .. ..4 
 
 Psalm xvt. 5, 6. . . . . . . . . 5 
 
 Prayer for the Holy Spirit . . . . . . 6 
 
 Another Prayer for the Holy Spirit . . 8 
 
 Sabbath Hymn for one confined to the house ") 
 
 ?■ 9 
 
 by Sickness . . . . . . . . ) 
 
 On the Names of Jehovah . . . . . . n 
 
 " One in Christ " .. .. .. ..13 
 
 ecclesiastes ix. 10, . . . . . . 14 
 
 "Be Thou our Arm every Morning" .. ..14 
 
 " A Solitary Way"— "The Right Way" .. 16 
 
 Psalm lxiii. 7 . . . . . . . . . . 18 
 
 Home Reached . . . . . . . . 20 
 
 "O Lord! Make no Tarrying" .. ..21 
 
 "Come, for all things are now ready" .. 22 
 
 Psalm xl. 17- .. . . . . . . . . 24 
 
 "He hath done all things well" .. ..25 
 
CONTEXTS. 
 
 1 Samuel hi. 18 
 
 Revelation hi. 19 
 
 Psalm xxx. 5 
 
 "Thou art my Hiding Place" 
 
 A Servant's Prayer 
 
 Revelation xxii. 3 — 5 
 
 " Things not seen " 
 
 Alone, yet not alone 
 
 Romans viii. 37 
 
 For a Dying Believer 
 
 Matthew xi. 28 
 
 Sleeping in Jesus 
 
 "His servants shall serve Him" 
 
 Hymn for a New Year 
 
 Hymn for Easter Day 
 
 Isaiah lv. 2 
 
 " Be Surety for Thy servant for good ' 
 
 Hymn for a Juvenile Missionary Tree 
 
 Psalm xlviii. 14 
 
 Philippians ii. 10 
 
 " Thou art my portion, Lord " 
 
 John xiv. 27 . . 
 
 Rev. xiv. 13; 1 Cor. xv. 42, 43, 44 
 
 Psalm cm. 1 — 5 
 
 Going Home.. 
 
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HYMNS. 
 
 "HIMSELF HATH DONE IT." 
 
 Isaiah xxxviii. 15. 
 
 "Himself hath done it" all. — how those words 
 Should hush to silence every murmuring thought ! 
 
 Himself hath done it — He who loves me best, 
 
 He who my soul with His own blood hath bought. 
 
 " Himself hath done it." — Can it then be aught 
 Than full of wisdom, full of tenderest love ? 
 
 Not one unneeded sorrow will He send, 
 
 To teach this wandering heart no more to rove. 
 
 " Himself hath done it." — Yes, although severe 
 May seem the stroke, and bitter be the cup, 
 
 'Tis His own hand that holds it, and I know 
 He'll give me grace to drink it meekly up. 
 
 " Himself hath done it." — 0, no arm but His 
 Could e'er sustain beneath earth's dreary lot ; 
 
 But while I know He's doing all things well, 
 My heart His loving-kindness questions not. 
 
"Himself hath done it." — He who's search'd me through, 
 Sees how I cleave to earth's ensnaring ties ; 
 
 And so He breaks each reed on which my soul 
 Too much for happiness and joy relies. 
 
 " Himself hath done it." — He would have me see 
 "What broken cisterns human friends must prove ; 
 
 That I may turn and quench my burning thirst 
 At His own fount of ever-living love. 
 
 " Himself hath done it." — Then I fain would say, 
 " Thy will in all things evermore be done;" 
 
 E'en though that will remove whom best I love, 
 While Jesus lives I cannot be alone. 
 
 "Himself hath done it," — precious, precious words; 
 
 "Himself," my Father, Saviour, Brother, Friend; 
 Whose faithfulness no variation knows ; 
 
 Who, having loved me, loves me to the end. 
 
 And when, in His eternal presence blest, 
 
 I at His feet my crown immortal cast, 
 I'll gladly own, with all His ransomed saints, 
 
 "Himself hath done it" — all, from first to last. 
 
"LEAD ME, LOED." 
 
 Psalm v. 8. 
 
 Lead on, Lord, and I will follow Thee, 
 E'en though the path a rugged one may be, 
 
 Still I will onward press, 
 "While thine Almighty arms my steps uphold, 
 Or in their safe embrace my soul enfold, 
 
 To cherish, keep, and bless. 
 
 Darkly the cloud of woe may rise on high, 
 Yet in its gloom by faith I still descry 
 
 The rainbow of Thy love, 
 Bidding me cast aside each anxious fear, 
 And quickly dry the rising, bursting tear, — 
 
 All will be well above. 
 
 These clouds of sorrow which obscure my way, 
 Will soon give place to cloudless, endless day, 
 
 In that bright world of joy, 
 Where holiness and peace for ever dwell, 
 And the triumphant song of praise to swell, 
 
 Shall be my glad employ. 
 
 Then lead me on — that heritage so bright, 
 Is worth a weary march, an arduous fight — 
 
 lead me, lead me on, — 
 A little while, and then the strife will cease, 
 And I shall rest in everlasting peace, 
 
 My crown of victory won. 
 
"WHILE WE LOOK NOT AT THE THINGS 
 
 WHICH ARE SEEN, BUT AT THE THINGS WHICH 
 ARE NOT SEEN."— 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 
 Look up, my soul, and see the light that shines 
 So brightly in this dark, o'ershaclowing cloud ; 
 Fix on its rays thy tearful, downcast eyes, 
 Until its beams revive thy spirit bow'd 
 Beneath the sorrows which surround thy way, 
 And on thy burden' d heart too deeply prey. 
 
 Look up, my soul — this earth is dark and drear, 
 Thou wilt in vain seek here a place of rest, 
 This is thy field of warfare and of toil, 
 And rest remains within those mansions blest, 
 Prepared for those who shall the victory win 
 O'er foes without, and subtler foes within. 
 
 Look up, my soul — and see those myriads bright, 
 Now clothed in raiment white as driven snow, 
 And then remember whence they thither came, 
 "What suffering paths they trod while here below. 
 Would' st thou their everlasting pleasures share ? 
 Then shrink not thine appointed cross to bear. 
 
 Look up, my soul — behold thy Saviour now, 
 Seated upon His heavenly Father's throne, 
 And then remember what His soul endured, 
 "When He for thee the wine press trod alone. 
 " Consider Him," and all He bore for thee, 
 And thou no more can'st unsubmissive be. 
 
"THE LORD IS THE PORTION OF MINE INHERI- 
 TANCE AND OF MY CUP; THOU MAINTAINEST MY 
 LOT. THE LINES ARE FALLEN UNTO ME IN 
 PLEASANT PLACES: YEA, I HAVE A GOODLY 
 HERITAGE."— Psalm xvi. 5, 6. 
 
 Oh ! what a happy lot is mine, 
 
 Since God my portion is ! 
 How bless' d am I, whate'er befall, 
 
 Since He has made me His ! 
 
 Here in the gloomiest, darkest hour, 
 
 Is cause for ceaseless joy ; 
 Well may my heart enraptur'd sing, 
 
 And praise my tongue employ ! 
 
 By Him my cup is daily fill'd, 
 With mercies rich and free ; 
 
 Whate'er I want in Him I find, 
 He's all in all to me. 
 
 He watches o'er me day by day, 
 
 In Him I rest each night; 
 And soft and sweet's the sleep He gives 
 
 Until the morning light. 
 
 Or if He bids my sleep depart, 
 
 'Tis but to let me hear, 
 While all around is still and calm, 
 
 His voice, like music clear, 
 
Inviting my poor weary soul 
 
 To find upon His breast, 
 Repose more tranquillizing e'en 
 
 Than nature's sweetest rest. 
 
 Upon His arm of faithful love, 
 My soul doth lean each hour ; 
 
 His hand upholds me lest I fall, 
 He shields me by His power. 
 
 His word of covenant truth is pledg'd 
 
 To keep me to the end, 
 And through eternity He'll be 
 
 My never-failing Friend. 
 
 PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! now descend on me 
 
 As showers of rain upon a thirsty ground ; 
 
 Cause me to flourish as a spreading tree, 
 May all Thy precious fruits in me be found. 
 
 Be Thou my " Teacher" — to my soul reveal 
 
 The length, breadth, depth, and height of Jesus' love, 
 
 And on my soul Thy blest instructions seal, 
 
 Raising my thoughts and heart to things above. 
 
Be Thou my " Comforter " — when I'm distress' d 
 gently soothe my sorrows, calm my grief, 
 
 Help me to find upon my Saviour's breast, 
 In every hour of trial, sure relief. 
 
 Be Thou my " Guide " into " all truth " divine, 
 Give me increasing knowledge of my God ; 
 
 Shew me the glories that in Jesus shine, 
 And make my heart the place of His abode. 
 
 Be Thou my " Intercessor" — teach me how 
 To pray according to God's holy will ; 
 
 Cause me with deep and strong desire to glow, 
 And my whole soul with heavenly longings fill. 
 
 Be Thou my " Earnest " of eternal rest, 
 
 And " witness " with me I am God's own child, 
 
 With His unchanging love and favour blest, 
 By Jesus' merits fully reconciled. 
 
 Be Thou my "Sanctifier" — dwell within, 
 And purify and cleanse my every thought, 
 
 Subdue the power of each besetting sin, 
 
 And be my will to sweet submission brought. 
 
 Be Thou my " Quickener" — in me revive 
 
 Each drooping grace, so prone to fade and die ; 
 
 Help me on Jesus day by day to live, 
 
 And loosen more and more each earthly tie. 
 
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 Blest Spirit ! I would yield myself to Thee, 
 Do for me more than I can ask or think ; 
 
 Let me Thy holy habitation be, 
 
 And daily deeper from Thy fulness drink. 
 
 ANOTHER PEAYEE FOE THE HOLY SPIEIT. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! Comforter Divine ! 
 
 On me descend ; 
 Into my soul with heavenly radiance shine, 
 
 And condescend 
 To make this heart of mine a fit abode 
 For the indwelling presence of my God — 
 
 Oh ! quicken me to run 
 With holy patience my appointed race, 
 Until at last, thro' Thine Almighty grace, 
 Hy crown of glory's won. 
 Fill Thou my soul with light, and life, and love, 
 And gently draw my every thought above ; 
 Make me to grow in knowledge of Thy "Word, 
 And daily closer likeness to the Lord. 
 
SABBATH HYM:N t FOE OXE CONFINED TO 
 THE HOUSE BY SICKNESS. 
 
 Another bright and blessed day 
 
 Of Sabbath rest returns ; 
 To spend it all in praising God 
 
 My heart within me burns ; 
 Lord ! grant me now a foretaste blest 
 Of Thine eternal, heavenly rest ! 
 
 Though on a bed of sickness laid, 
 
 Thy mercies close me round ; 
 E'en here a " Bethel " I may find ! 
 
 E'en here is Holy Ground ! 
 For Thou the Sanctuary art 
 Of every truly contrite heart. 
 
 Then grant me, Lord, that lowly mind, 
 
 Where Thou dost deign to dwell ; 
 Fill me with penitence and love, 
 
 Each thought of murmuring quell \ 
 And make my soul a temple fair, 
 Whence rise to Thee both praise and prayer. 
 
 Shine on Thy sacred Word this day, 
 
 Unveil my heart to see 
 It's hidden beauties, and reflect 
 
 Thine image, Lord, on me ; 
 Draw near and grant me ac Thy feet, 
 To hold with Thee communion sweet. 
 
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 Keep me from idle converse, Lord, 
 
 And let my single aim 
 Ee in each thought, and word, and deed, 
 
 To glorify Thy name ; 
 And may I, Lord, a blessing be, 
 To all whom I this day may see. 
 
 If pain and weariness distress, 
 And languor weigh me down, 
 
 Cheer me with thoughts of coming rest, 
 Of joy in sorrow sown ; 
 
 And let me in that love repose, 
 
 "Which bore for me far deeper woes. 
 
 Thus bless me, Lord, each Sabbath day, 
 
 From morn till latest eve, 
 Till called by Thy voice I rise, 
 
 Bejoic'd this world to leave, 
 And enter on that Sabbath blest 
 Of ceaseless praise and endless rest ! 
 
 The following verses, substituted for the 2nd, 3rd, 
 and 6th verses of the preceding hymn, will adapt it 
 to the use of a person in health. 
 
 Let earthly thoughts and earthly cares, 
 
 Ee banish' d far away, 
 And fill my heart with heavenly peace 
 
 Throughout this holy day ; 
 May love divine in me abound, 
 And shed its influence all around. 
 
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 With joyful feet may I attend 
 
 The place of Thine abode, 
 There may I find the " Gate of Heaven," 
 
 And there the " House of God ;" 
 may Thy Gospel reach my heart, 
 And light and holiness impart. 
 
 Nor let me, Lord, alone enjoy 
 
 The blessings of Thy grace ; 
 But may I others strive to lead 
 
 With me to seek Thy face ; 
 Help me to show to all around, 
 The joy that in Thy ways is found. 
 
 OX THE NAMES OE JEHOVAH. 
 
 " Jehovah Elohim!" Creator Great, 
 
 Who art with every glorious attribute array' d ; 
 
 To Thee by heaven and earth and all therein, 
 
 Be everlasting praise and worship paid ! 
 
 Gen. ii. 4. 
 
 " Jehovah Jieeh !" — who our ruin saw, 
 And as a ransom did Thyself provide ; 
 
 As guilty sinners we would fly to Thee, 
 And in Thy bosom from Thine anger hide. 
 
 Gen. xxii. 14. 
 
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 "Jehovah Ropni !" — sick, diseased with sin, 
 We come to Thee who canst our sickness heal ; 
 
 touch and cleanse each plague-spot of our souls, 
 And grant us life and strength within to feel. 
 
 Exod. xv. 26. 
 
 " Jehovah Rissi !" — in the midst of foes, 
 The glorious banner of Thy love unfurl' d 
 
 Waves o'er our heads — yea, Thou our Banner art, 
 By faith in whom we overcome the world. 
 
 Exod. xvii. 15. 
 
 " Jehovah Shalom !" — Thou who art "our Peace," 
 whisper calm to every troubled heart ; 
 
 Say to the raging waters, " Peace, be still !" 
 And make each unbelieving fear depart. 
 
 Judges vi. 24. 
 
 " Jehovah Tzidkextj !" — we love that name, 
 
 Which bids us know, while pard'ning, Thou art just, 
 
 " The Lord our Righteousness " shall be our song, 
 " The Lord our Righteousness " our only trust. 
 
 Jer. xxiii. 6. 
 
 " Jehovah Shammah !" soon, oh, soon descend, 
 And make this earth again Thy blest abode, 
 
 Bid sin and sorrow cease, and come and reign, 
 Our ever gracious, ever-present God. 
 
 Ezek. XLVIII. 35. 
 
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 "ONE IN CHRIST." 
 
 Nay, be not so cast down, as though 
 
 We bid farewell for ever, 
 The sacred bond which knits our souls, 
 
 Not death itself can sever ; 
 It may remove a little while 
 
 Us from each other's sight, 
 Eut cannot break those links which still 
 
 Our souls in Christ unite. 
 
 A while on earth may one be left, 
 
 To tread his pilgrim way ; 
 More lonely now and desolate, 
 
 Eut nearing Home each dav ; 
 "While one is call'd to serve above 
 
 Our common Lord and Friend, 
 Yet o'er us both His tender care 
 
 "Will equally extend. 
 
 One in the outer courts may stand, 
 
 And one within the veil, 
 Eut both in God's own temple serve, 
 
 Where He Himself doth dwell ; 
 Nor long shall we thus parted be, 
 
 For Jesus comes again ; 
 Then we shall meet, all sorrows past, 
 
 And ever with Him reign. 
 
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 ECCLESIASTES IX. 10. 
 
 Whate'eb. thy hand shall find to do, 
 
 Do it with all thy might ; 
 For soon the evening shades will fall, 
 
 Soon, soon will come the night. 
 
 Defer not till to-morrow's sun, 
 What should be done to-day ; 
 
 For e'er that morrow's sun shall rise, 
 Thou may'st be call'd away. 
 
 Or if thy life be spar'd, new claims 
 May all that time demand, 
 
 Which for to-day's neglected calls 
 Thou had'st so vainly plann'd. 
 
 Then work while yet 'tis called day, 
 
 Soon, all thy labours o'er, 
 Thou shalt within thy Father's house, 
 
 Eepose for evermore. 
 
 EE THOU OUR* AEM EYEEY MORNING. 
 
 Isaiah xxxiii. 2. 
 
 God of mercy and compassion, 
 
 All my trust is placed in Thee, 
 Ee Thou now my strong salvation, 
 
 Let me cast myself on Thee ; 
 Every morning 
 My sure arm of refuge be. 
 
 * IiOWTH. 
 
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 When with sorrow faint and weary, 
 And discouraged by the way, 
 
 When my path seems long and dreary, 
 Then Thy faithful love display ; 
 Blessed Jesus ! 
 
 Let Thine arm still be my stay. 
 
 When the hour of death is nearing, 
 Stand beside my dying bed ; 
 
 Let me calmly and unfearing 
 Thro' the solemn valley tread ; 
 Ee Thou near me, 
 
 Place Thine arm beneath my head. 
 
 And when in Thy presence glorious, 
 
 Of eternal peace possest, 
 Thro' Thy mighty grace victorious, 
 
 In Thy likeness fully blest, 
 Then for ever, 
 In Thine arms of love I'll rest. 
 
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 "A SOLITARY WAY"— THE RIGHT WAY. 
 
 "THEY WANDERED IN THE WILDERNESS IN A SOLITARY WAY; 
 THEY FOUND NO CITY TO DWELL IN. HE LED THEM FORTH BY 
 THE RIGHT WAY, THAT THEY MIGHT GO TO A CITY OF HABITA- 
 TION."— PSALM CVIT. 4, 7. 
 
 They wandered in the wilderness, a land of pits and 
 
 drought, 
 Where shelter from the burning sun might all in vain be 
 
 sought ; 
 On every side around them lay, a desert wide and drear, 
 And Israel's hosts, thro' unbelief, were ready to despair. 
 
 And yet no cause for fear had they, for God did lead 
 
 them forth, 
 He gave them water for their thirst, and fed their souls 
 
 in dearth, 
 His cloudy pillar guided them, and shaded them by day, 
 And in the night His light of fire, still pointed out the 
 
 way. 
 
 It was a " solitary'' way — for no man dwelt therein, 
 In vain the eye was cast around, no friendly face was 
 
 seen; 
 They wander' d on, alone with God, thro' all that desert 
 
 wide, 
 All human intercourse debarr'd, all human help denied. 
 
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 And yet it was " the right way " still, altho' so sad and 
 
 lone, 
 Each toilsome march, by day or night, to God was fully 
 
 known, 
 Nay, He Himself did go before, as their unerring Guide, 
 To " search them out a resting-place/ ' and from each 
 
 danger hide. 
 
 As pilgrims and as sojourners, they pitch'd their nightly 
 tent, 
 
 And onward still at God's command their weary foot- 
 steps bent, 
 
 For in that howling wilderness no city might be found, 
 
 "Whence from their quiet, happy homes God's praises 
 might resound. 
 
 Yet God had purposes of love, beyond their highest 
 
 thought, 
 When thus thro' those untrodden paths, His chosen ones 
 
 He brought ; 
 He led them to a glorious land, where they might rest 
 
 in peace, 
 "A city" He " prepared" for them, where all their 
 
 toils might cease. 
 
 May not their history, child of God ! some cheering 
 
 thoughts suggest ? 
 For we, like them, are wanderers, this world is not our 
 
 rest; 
 And oft thro' " solitary " paths, our Heavenward journey 
 
 lies, 
 No certain dwelling-place we find, no home beneath the 
 
 skies. 
 
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 But sweet it is to know that He, who Israel's journey- 
 
 ings led, 
 Doth order all our steps aright, and gives us daily bread ; 
 Nor will He ever cease to guide our feet with watchful 
 
 love, 
 Until we reach the promis'd land, Jerusalem above. 
 
 Then from that holy, bless' d abode, we'll cast a backward 
 gaze, 
 
 On all the way by which we trod, and own with thank- 
 ful praise, 
 
 That all that now looks dark and sad, was order'd for the 
 best, 
 
 To fit us for our Father's Home, our everlasting Rest. 
 
 "BECAUSE THOU HAST BEEN MY HELP, THERE- 
 FORE IN THE SHADOW OF THY WINGS WILL I 
 REJOICE."— Psalm lxiii. 7. 
 
 Yes ! I wiU trust Thee, my God, 
 
 For all my future way ; 
 For Thou in trial's fearful hour, 
 
 Hast been my help and stay ; 
 And well I know that Thou wilt still 
 
 My changeless Guardian prove, 
 For Thou art " faithful " evermore, 
 
 And Thou art alwavs " love." 
 
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 Tho' I am blind, and cannot see 
 
 "Whither my path will lead, 
 "Whether through rough and rugged ways, 
 
 Or thro' a quiet mead, 
 I know it is Thy hand which guides, 
 
 And cannot guide amiss ; 
 I know altho' the way be rough, 
 
 The end is perfect bliss. 
 
 And so I yield me to Thy care, 
 
 E'en as a little child, 
 Assured that Thou wilt lead me right, 
 
 All thro' this desert wild ; 
 And when with suff'ring, or with toil, 
 
 I'm weary and opprest, 
 Thou then wilt gently " gather me," 
 
 And fold me to Thy breast. 
 
 And soon Thy voice of tender love, 
 
 "Will break upon my ear, 
 Bidding me cease my wanderings, 
 
 And in Thy courts appear; 
 Then I no more shall need to trust, 
 
 A love I cannot trace ; 
 For I shall there unveil' d behold, 
 
 Thy rich, and matchless grace. 
 
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 HOME BEACHED.* 
 
 It is no longer " Going Home," 
 
 Eor home is reach' d at last ; 
 The weary wilderness, thank God ! 
 
 Is now for ever past ! 
 I've bid the world a glad farewell, 
 
 I've done with suffering now, 
 And never more one passing grief 
 
 Shall shade my peaceful brow. 
 
 I've reach'd at length my native land, 
 
 Th' abode which best I love ; 
 Clad in my Saviour's spotless robe, 
 
 I've join' d the hosts above : 
 But, oh ! no mortal tongue may tell 
 
 The glories of this place, 
 Where every ransom' d child beholds 
 
 His loving Father's face. 
 
 I've reach'd my home ! that home so dear 
 
 To every pilgrim's heart, 
 And never shall my feet again 
 
 Erom its glad walls depart. 
 I've join'd that blessed band above, 
 
 Of brethren, kindred dear ; 
 But better far, my Lord I see, 
 
 And His lov'd voice I hear. 
 
 * The above hymn was written as a response to one entitled 
 " Going Home," which will be found at the end of this little 
 volume. 
 
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 My Saviour's glory I behold, 
 
 And on His bosom rest, 
 And joy to know that I am now 
 
 Of endless bliss possest. 
 The hope that cheer' d my soul ere while 
 
 Is now exchanged for sight, 
 The clouds and dreary gloom of earth 
 
 For " everlasting light." 
 
 I've reach' d my home ! my happy home ! 
 
 So holy and so pure ! 
 And, blessed thought ! I know it shall 
 
 Eternally endure. 
 For, those whom Jesus died to save, 
 
 He ever lives to bless, 
 Those mansions which His love prepares, 
 
 His children shall possess. 
 
 "0 LORD! MAKE NO TARRYING." 
 
 when will that glorious morning appear, 
 "Which shall ne'er be obscured by a cloud, 
 
 When the gloom and the darkness shall all pass away, 
 Which now earth's fair regions enshroud ? 
 
 when will the Sun in His glory arise, 
 
 And shine in His splendour for ever ? 
 when will each trace of the curse be removed, 
 
 And deface this glad world again never ? 
 
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 when will the King in His beauty come forth, 
 
 And awaken His children to sing ? 
 "When they in His likeness shall sparkle like dew 
 
 O'er which sunbeams their radiance fling ? 
 
 when shall the wail of the mourner be hushed, 
 
 The cry of the sufferer cease ? 
 when shall commotion, and turmoil, and strife, 
 
 Be exchang'd for a kingdom of peace ? 
 
 when shall temptation no longer assail ? 
 
 "When shall sin be for ever expelTd ? 
 When shall sorrow be chang'd for the garments of joy? 
 
 And each heart's deepest longing be still'd ? 
 
 Wait — wait " yet a little " — the day draweth near, 
 Each hour speeds that morning so bright, 
 
 When all we have pray'd for, and wish'd for below, 
 Shall be ours in the mansions of light. 
 
 "COME, EOE ALL THINGS ARE NOW READY." 
 
 Luke xrv. 17. 
 
 "All things are ready " — Hark ! the cry 
 
 Goes forth o'er land and sea, 
 And the door of mercy stands open wide 
 
 For all who may needy be. 
 
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 " All things are ready " — Christ has died, 
 
 Redemption's work is done, 
 And Jesus has risen from the dead, 
 
 And a glorious triumph won. 
 
 " All things are ready " — JSTow on high 
 
 Jesus for sinners stands, 
 And the names of His own are grav'n deep 
 
 As a signet on His hands. 
 
 " All things are ready " — Ask and have, 
 
 No price will He receive, 
 God's treasure house is never closed 
 
 To those who His love believe. 
 
 " All things are ready" — Why, oh, why 
 
 Pass by the open door ? 
 Too late you may seek to enter in, 
 
 Too late your folly deplore. 
 
 " All things are ready " — Tho' your sins 
 
 Are more than you can tell, 
 The blood of Jesus can cleanse them all,* 
 
 And the storm of conscience quell. 
 
 u All things are ready "—"Now "f— " to-day "|| 
 
 God calls you by His grace : 
 turn not away from His offer' d love, 
 
 But seek even now His face. 
 
 * 1 John, i. 7. t 2 Cor. vi. 2. || Heb. iii. 7, 8. 
 
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 "I AM POOR AND NEEDY, YET THE LORD 
 THINKETH UPON ME."— Psalm xl. 17. 
 
 God ! whom Heaven with one accord, 
 Owns as it's everlasting Lord, 
 "What wondrous love it is in Thee, 
 That Thou dost deign to think on me ! 
 
 "Whene'er by sin I am distress' d, 
 And feel by Satan's power oppress' d, 
 Let this my soul's sure refuge be, 
 My God and Saviour thinks on me. 
 
 If tried by sickness and by pain, 
 
 Or weakness, which unnerves the frame, 
 
 To Thee for comfort may I flee, 
 
 Eor Thou dost ever think of me. 
 
 And when with lov'd ones call'd to part, 
 And sorrow fills my aching heart, 
 Oh, let this thought my solace be, 
 My Saviour lives and thinks on me. 
 
 When Thou art pleased Thy face to hide, 
 And I in darkness long abide, 
 Help me e'en then to cling to Thee, 
 Assured Thou still dost think of me. 
 
 And when the hour of death is near, 
 This thought my sinking heart shall cheer ; 
 And my eternal song shall be, 
 My God doth ever think of me. 
 
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 "HE HATH DONE ALL THINGS WELL." 
 
 Mark vii. 37. 
 
 All, all is right, and must be so, 
 Since God appoints my lot ; 
 
 Each trial comes direct from Him, 
 Whose mercy changeth not. 
 
 Tho' dark the cloud that overhangs, 
 And long and drear the way, 
 
 Thro' which my Lord is leading me, 
 To realms of endless day ; 
 
 Yet His the way, and not the end. 
 And who that loved his home, 
 
 Would stay one moment on the road, 
 Its roughness to bemoan ? 
 
 Nay ! rather to his look'd for rest, 
 With joy he'd haste along, 
 
 Cheering his ofttimes rugged path, 
 With some sweet native song. 
 
 And shall a Christian on the way 
 To Home, to Heaven, to God, 
 
 Be aught than full of holy joy, 
 Though thorny be his road ? 
 
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 ! surely not ! his heart should sing, 
 
 In spite of every grief, 
 He's going where all sin shall cease, 
 
 All sorrows find relief. 
 
 Then courage ! soon the end will come 
 
 Of everlasting rest, 
 When we shall all our woes forget, 
 
 Of perfect bliss possest. 
 
 "IT IS THE LOED, LET HIM DO WHAT 
 
 SEEMETH HIM GOOD." 
 
 1 Samuel, hi. 18. 
 
 Oh ! for that grace which shone so bright, 
 
 In Eli's soul of old, 
 "When Samuel, sent of God, to him 
 
 The future dread foretold. 
 
 He did not murmur when he heard 
 
 That both his sons must die ; 
 No fretful word escaped his lips, 
 
 No unsubmissive cry. 
 
 Meekly he bow'd his aged head, 
 
 White with the snow of years, 
 And while the bitter tale of woe, 
 
 Still linger' d in his ears, 
 
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 " It is the Lord !" he calmly said, 
 All therefore must be right ; 
 
 Still let Him do what seemeth best 
 To His all-searching sight. 
 
 Lord ! grant me ever to possess, 
 
 That holy, placid frame, 
 Which whether Thou dost give or take, 
 
 Will still adore Thy Name. 
 
 "AS MANY AS I LOVE, I REBUKE AND 
 CHASTEN."— Rev. hi. 19. 
 
 Heavenly Eather ! who hath on me laid, 
 In loving faithfulness, Thy chastening rod, 
 
 Teach me to praise Thee for each painful stroke, 
 Which calls me nearer unto Thee, my God. 
 
 Oh ! were it not for discipline severe, 
 
 But little should I know what dwells within, 
 
 'Tis in the furnace that the dross appears, 
 Afflictions stir the hidden depths of sin. 
 
 Then, how precious does that blood become, 
 Which tells of pardon, full, and sure, and free, 
 
 To every weary, heavy-laden soul 
 AVho shall to Jesus for salvation flee. 
 
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 And when the heart is wrung with deep distress, 
 Too deep for utterance in a mortal ear, 
 
 How sweet to turn to that unfailing Friend, 
 Who " knows our sorrows," and is ever near ! 
 
 Oh, then indeed His loveliness we learn, 
 
 When earth is strip t of it's most cherish' d ties ; 
 
 And when we find no resting place on earth, 
 Our home above we then more dearly prize. 
 
 Each trial is for our sure profit sent, 
 That we may of His holiness partake, 
 
 Whose perfect likeness we shall fully share 
 
 When at His coming we from death shall wake. 
 
 Then we shall see, as now by faith we know, 
 That love, unmingled love, each cross ordain'd, 
 
 Which tho' so grievous now, will light appear, 
 When once that weight of glory is attain' d. 
 
 " WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY 
 COMETH IN THE MORNING."— Ps. xxx. 5. 
 
 Yes ! weeping may endure a while 
 
 Till night's dark shadows flee, 
 But soon the glorious morn will rise, 
 
 And then from sorrow free, 
 The children of the day shall rise 
 
 All beautiful and fair, 
 And everlasting joy dispel 
 
 The trace of every tear. 
 
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 How long the hours of night appear, 
 
 How slow they pass away, 
 When sleepless on our beds we lie, 
 
 And weary for the day ; 
 Thus tedious do the moments seem 
 
 While in this world we stay, 
 And watch with longing eyes to see, 
 
 The dawn of endless day. 
 
 But soon the first faint streaks of morn, 
 
 Shall cheer our aching sight, 
 Soon the bright Sun of Righteousness, 
 
 Shall rise and give us light ; 
 And ne'er again one passing cloud, 
 
 Shall cross our summer skies, 
 No wintry storms shall reach us there, 
 
 No tempests there arise. 
 
 "THOU ART MY HIDING PLACE." 
 
 Psalm xxxii. 7. 
 
 Thou art my Hiding-place, Lord, 
 
 Within Thy lov'd embrace, 
 My soul reposeth, safe from harm, 
 
 Encompass' d by Thy grace ; 
 No foe can touch my soul while I 
 Am watch' d by Thine unslumbering eye. 
 
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 What tho' the storms of life prevail, 
 And clouds o'ercast my sky, 
 
 What though the mighty waters roll, 
 And lift their voice on high, 
 
 Their foaming waves I calmly see, 
 
 For Thou my Saviour art with me. 
 
 guide me ever with Thine eye, 
 Nor let me wayward be, 
 
 But gladly follow wheresoe'er 
 
 Thy wisdom leadeth me ; 
 Me/cy and truth are all Thy ways, 
 To him who Thy blest will obeys. 
 
 Teach me thro' sorrow or thro' joy, 
 
 Still in Thee to abide, 
 And ever in Thy faithful care, 
 
 With childlike trust confide, 
 Until life's stormy voyage past, 
 
 1 rest on Canaan's shore at last. 
 
 A SERVANT'S PEAYEE. 
 
 Lord Jesus, who when here below 
 A servant's form didst wear, 
 
 Bow down in mercy from Thy throne, 
 And hear a servant's prayer. 
 
 Give me a new and contrite heart, 
 And in Thy precious blood 
 
 wash my scarlet sins away, 
 And " think on me for good." 
 
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 May I with " singleness of heart/' 
 
 And " with good- will," obey 
 Those whom Thy hand hath placed o'er me, 
 
 And hearty service pay ; 
 
 Seeking in all I do to serve 
 
 My Master in the sky, 
 " Knowing " I shall receive from Him 
 
 An heritage on high. 
 
 May I, " in all things," Lord, " adorn " 
 
 Thy " doctrine " by my life ; 
 Preserve me from temptation's power, 
 
 And envy's bitter strife. 
 
 Holy Spirit, guard my soul 
 
 From vanity and sin, 
 Teach me Thy blessed word to love, 
 
 And write Thy laws within. 
 
 Each morning may I humbly seek 
 
 Thy grace in earnest prayer, 
 And ere I sleep each night commit 
 
 My soul into Thy care. 
 
 If by Thy providence removed 
 
 From those I hold most dear, 
 Saviour, deign to be my Friend, 
 
 And be Thou ever near. 
 
 Then, when my work on earth is o'er, 
 
 Take me to dwell with Thee, 
 Within Thy temple day and night, 
 
 Thy servant, Lord, to be. 
 
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 BEVELATIONS XXII. 3—5. 
 
 Oh ! who can tell the bliss of Heaven, 
 
 That land so fair and bright, 
 Where God Himself doth live and reign, 
 
 Its everlasting Light ? 
 Who can its dazzling glories paint, 
 
 Its streets of gold like glass, 
 Through which the myriads of the blest, 
 
 In flowing raiment pass ? 
 
 No curse is there, but God's own throne 
 
 Is in it placed on high, 
 And in that throne the Lamb once slain 
 
 Our thankful hearts descry ; 
 Jesus, our Brother reigns above ! 
 
 Loud hallelujahs sing ! 
 Jesus our Brother is our Lord ! 
 
 And Heaven's exalted King ! 
 
 His servants then shall serve Him — here 
 
 This is their constant aim, 
 But all their purest service now, 
 
 Does not deserve the name ; 
 But then their longing heart's desire 
 
 Shall be fulfilled indeed; 
 A fitting service they shall yield, 
 
 From sin completely freed. 
 
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 And they shall see His blessed face, 
 
 That face once marr'd for them, 
 Crown' d not as then with cruel thorns, 
 
 But with Heaven's diadem; 
 And on their foreheads, pure as His, 
 
 His name shall be engrav'd, 
 And all shall own that they are His, 
 
 By His own merits saved. 
 
 No night is there — for God Himself 
 
 Shall be their glorious Sun, 
 A Sun whose splendour ne'er shall set, 
 
 While endless ages run ; 
 The gates of pearl shall open stand 
 
 All thro' that nightless day, 
 While ransom' d nations press within, 
 
 And joyful homage pay. 
 
 Within those walls of radiant light, 
 
 No sinner e'er may stand, 
 Save those redeem' d by Jesus' blood, 
 
 A call'd and chosen band. 
 Oh, wash me, Saviour ! from my sins, 
 
 Clothe me in spotless white, 
 So shall my pardon' d soul be meet, 
 
 To dwell with saints in light. 
 
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 "THINGS NOT SEEN." 
 
 All, all beyond is bright, 
 'Tis but " a little while," 
 
 And then Eternal light 
 
 "Will cheer us with it's smile. 
 
 All, all beyond is sure ; 
 
 Earth's pleasures pass away, 
 The joys of heaven endure, 
 
 Thro' never ending day. 
 
 All, all beyond is peace, 
 Sere we no rest may find, 
 
 But there our conflicts cease, 
 All foes are left behind. 
 
 All, all beyond is pure, 
 
 Sin ne'er shall enter there ; 
 
 No tempter shall allure, 
 Or spread the fatal snare. 
 
 All, all beyond is love ; 
 
 Strife and dissension o'er, 
 The happy hosts above 
 
 Are one for evermore. 
 
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 All, all beyond is bliss, 
 
 Which words can ne'er declare ; 
 Who in a world like this 
 
 Can picture aught so fair ? 
 
 And all that bliss is mine, 
 
 For Jesus died for me, 
 And I am one with Him 
 
 Throughout Eternity ! 
 
 ALONE, YET NOT ALONE.* 
 
 John xvi. 32. 
 
 I stood beside a dying youth, 
 
 And watch' d his struggling breath, 
 Each moment thinking it would cease, 
 
 And he would sink in death ; 
 No friend was by to soothe his pain, 
 
 To hear his latest sigh, 
 Deserted by his kindred, he 
 
 Was left alone to die. 
 
 Oh ! why was he forsaken thus, 
 
 In that o'erwhelming hour, 
 When heart and flesh alike give way 
 
 Before death's cruel power? 
 Ah ! they who should have watch' d his bed, 
 
 Fear'd to behold him die, 
 Trembling his anguish to behold 
 
 His mortal agony. 
 
 * A True Incident. 
 
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 I mark'd him as he gasping lay, 
 
 Unconscious I was by, 
 And sadly thought upon his lot, 
 
 So friendless left to die ; 
 And still more sadly of his friends, 
 
 "Who knew not Jesu's power, 
 Peace, joy, yea, " victory" to give, 
 
 E'en in that dreaded hour. 
 
 But while such musings fill'd my mind, 
 
 He rais'd his dying gaze, 
 And while a smile of heavenly bliss 
 
 Lit up his pallid face, 
 " My Jesus !" — were the words which met 
 
 My deeply thankful ear ; 
 What words more precious could he speak, 
 
 Or I more gladly hear ? 
 
 "My Jesus !" — is that Saviour thine ? 
 
 Then thou art not alone, 
 Tho' every human friend forsake, 
 
 Each earthly prop be gone ; 
 Jesus, thy Jesus, is with thee, 
 
 He tends thy dying bed, 
 And on His heart of tend'rest love, 
 
 Pillows thy sinking head. 
 
 Oh ! that with thee we all might know 
 
 That Saviour as our own ! 
 Then tho' of all on earth bereft, 
 
 We shall not be alone ; 
 
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 Thro' life He will our Guardian be, 
 Our never-failing Friend, 
 
 For those whom Jesus loveth once, 
 He loves unto the end. 
 
 Lord ! touch our hearts by Thine own grace, 
 
 Thy Holy Spirit give, 
 Wash us in Thine atoning blood, 
 
 That we may henceforth live, 
 As pilgrims hastening to a home 
 
 Of everlasting rest, 
 Where pain and death can never come, 
 
 Nor sin our peace molest. 
 
 "NAY, IN ALL THESE THINGS WE ARE MORE 
 THAN CONQUERORS, THROUGH HIM THAT LOVED 
 US."— Rom. viii. 37. 
 
 When all within is dark and drear, 
 And long and weary seems the way ; 
 
 When Satan, with his hosts, draws near, 
 Seeking to claim us as his prey ; 
 
 When waves of trouble o'er us roll, 
 
 And sore temptations press the soul ; 
 
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 Oh, in that day of gloom and grief, 
 
 Where shall our trembling spirits turn ? 
 
 Where shall our sorrows find relief, 
 
 And our bow'd hearts forget to mourn ? 
 
 Who can the powers of hell restrain, 
 
 And turn our losses into gain ? 
 
 Jesus ! to Thee alone we cling, 
 
 Our changeless and Almighty Friend, 
 
 Thro' every trial Thou wilt bring, 
 The souls that on Thine arm depend ; 
 
 In all our conflicts we shall be 
 
 E'en "more than conquerors " thro' Thee. 
 
 Do Thou our feeble faith revive, 
 Our sinking courage, Lord, sustain ; 
 
 To Thee each moment may we live, 
 Nor let us shrink from grief or pain, 
 
 But with submissive patience tread 
 
 The path appointed by our Head. 
 
 Let things eternal seem so near, 
 
 So real to our mental sight, 
 That life's deep sorrows may appear, 
 
 Compar'd with them, both short and light ; 
 And ever, Heavenly Father, deign, 
 In us to glorify Thy name. 
 
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 FOE A DYING BELIEVER. 
 
 " Though i walk through the valley of the shadow 
 of death, i will fear no evil; for thou art with me; 
 thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." — ps. xxiii. 4. 
 
 Heavenly Father ! now behold Thy child, 
 Laid low upon a sick and suffering bed, 
 And gently lift the veil which hides that world 
 Towards which, with weary, painful steps I tread. 
 
 Show me by faith the glories that await 
 
 My happy spirit when from earth set free, 
 
 And help me so to keep that end in view, 
 
 That the rough way may smoothed and softened be. 
 
 fix my eye upon that " crown of life," 
 
 "Which soon Thine hand shall place upon my head ; 
 
 And let the radiance of Thy loving smile, 
 
 Like Heaven's own sunshine, round my soul be shed. 
 
 Be Thou my strength when heart and flesh shall fail, 
 And bear me gently to my home above, 
 Where I shall see my Saviour face to face, 
 And rest for ever in Thine arms of Love. 
 
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 "COME UNTO ME, ALL YE THAT LABOUR AND 
 
 ARE HEAVY-LADEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST." 
 
 Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 God, before Thy heavenly throne, 
 A sinful worm, I kneel, 
 
 take away this heart of stone, 
 Give me Thy love to feel. 
 
 Too long I've lived a life of sin, 
 
 A wretched wanderer still ; 
 Too long the slave of Satan been, 
 
 Led captive at his will. 
 
 But since I've heard of Jesu's love, 
 
 So great, so full, so free, 
 Which brought Him down from heaven above, 
 
 For sinners such as me ; — 
 
 Since I have heard the wondrous news, 
 That Christ for sinners died, 
 
 1 can no more such love refuse, 
 Or from such mercy hide. 
 
 But oh ! I want Thy grace within, 
 
 Thro' every passing hour, 
 To save me from the guilt of sin, 
 
 And break it's mighty power. 
 
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 I want to know that I'm forgiven, 
 
 That Jesus Christ is mine. 
 That He will bring me safe to Heaven, 
 
 With Him in bliss to shine. 
 
 God ! in mercy, wash me now, 
 
 In Jesu's precious blood, 
 And I shall " whiter " be "than snow," 
 
 Bath'd in that cleansing flood. 
 
 And fill this darken' d heart of mine, 
 With Thine own Spirit's light, 
 
 That I may henceforth, Lord, be Thine, 
 And serve Thee with my might. 
 
 And when the hour of death shall come, 
 Then, Saviour ! be with me, 
 
 And bear me to that Heavenly home, 
 Where I Thy face shall see. 
 
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 SLEEPING IN JESUS. 
 
 1 Thess. iv. 14. 
 
 Sweetly art thou sleeping, 
 
 Low beneath the ground, 
 Peacefully reclining 
 
 Till the trumpet sound ; 
 Till the voice of Jesus, 
 
 Wake thee from the tomb, 
 And His bright sunrising, 
 
 Chase the grave's dark gloom. 
 
 Softly art thou pillow 'd, 
 
 All thy labours o'er, 
 Deep and calm thy slumbers, 
 
 Disturb' d by sin no more — 
 Jesus watches o'er thee 
 
 "With unwearying care, 
 And He soon will raise thee 
 
 All His bliss to share. 
 
 Present with thy Saviour, 
 
 Joys, all thought above, 
 Pill thy happy spirit, 
 
 In that home of love, 
 Where in peace thou waitest, 
 
 Por that solemn day, 
 Which to countless myriads 
 
 His glory shall display — 
 
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 E'en thy dust is precious 
 
 In thy Saviour's sight, 
 For it soon shall mirror, 
 
 His own image bright. 
 Then all griefs forgotten 
 
 We shall meet again, 
 And in bliss unclouded 
 
 "With our Lord shall reign. 
 
 "HIS SERVANTS SHALL SERVE HIM." 
 
 Rev. xxii. 3. 
 
 Yes ! we shall serve Him then ! and not as now 
 In weakness, sorrow, worst of all in sin ; 
 
 Our hearts with perfect, heavenly love shall glow, 
 And spotless we shall be without, within. 
 
 Here our best services with guilt are marr'd, 
 We leave on all sin's dark, defiling stain ; 
 
 And oft we mourn beneath the bondage hard, 
 Which Satan strives to force on us again. 
 
 Our holiest prayers — alas ! how vile they are ! 
 
 How full of unbelief and earthly thought : 
 How oft our minds are wandering afar, 
 
 While with our lips God's richest gifts are sought. 
 
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 Our praises — Ah ! they too are all defil'd ; 
 
 Our deepest thankfulness how faint and cold ! 
 While all we do with selfish aims is soil'd, 
 
 And every day and hour fresh sins unfold. 
 
 Our love to God — unworthy of the name ! 
 
 How seldom do our hearts towards Jesus burn ! 
 While earthly trifles our affections claim, 
 
 And from our God our faithless spirits turn. 
 
 The holiest saint with grief and shame will own 
 The deep impurity which dwells within, 
 
 And oft in secret heave the anguish' d groan 
 Beneath the pressure e'en of pardon y d sin. 
 
 But swiftly comes the glad, the glorious day, 
 When from the curse, and all its woes released, 
 
 The faintest trace of sin shall pass away, 
 And all our griefs shall have for ever ceased. 
 
 Then in a robe of spotless white array' d, 
 A crown of gold upon our stainless brow, 
 
 Like to our Lord in soul and body made, 
 With joy unspeakable our hearts shall glow. 
 
 No imperfection then — no weakness there — 
 Immortal vigour ! and Eternal life ! 
 
 Life which no deadly fruits of sin shall bear, 
 And peace unbroken by one breath of strife. 
 
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 Such is the glory which draws on apace ! 
 
 Soon we shall rest in our Beloved's arms ! 
 And gaze for ever on His lovely face, 
 
 Safe from all that which now our spirit harms. 
 
 ! may this hope our fainting hearts sustain, 
 While toiling onward to our home above ; — 
 
 Soon shall we leave all sorrow, sin, and pain, 
 And reign with Jesus in the realms of love ! 
 
 HYMN FOR A NEW YEAR. 
 
 Another year is gone ! how swift 
 
 Time's rapid onward flight ! 
 Days, weeks, and months roll quickly past, 
 
 And disappear from sight ! 
 
 And still as nearer we approach 
 
 The close of life's short day, 
 More rapidly the shadows fall 
 
 Upon our darken' d way. 
 
 that we all may pause and ask 
 
 With contrite, lowly fear, 
 What record will our bye-gone days 
 
 To God's tribunal bear ? 
 
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 Is Christ our only hope and trust ? 
 
 His cross our single plea ? 
 And has His Spirit taught our hearts 
 
 All sin to hate and flee ? 
 
 Whom have we sought to love and serve ? 
 
 Whose followers have we been ? 
 What fruits of holiness and peace 
 
 Have in our lives been seen ? 
 
 And for the mercies God bestows, 
 With such unsparing hand, 
 
 Have we the gratitude display' d 
 These countless gifts demand ? 
 
 And have His chastenings severe, — 
 Those proofs of faithful love, 
 
 Wean'd our affections from this world, 
 And drawn our hearts above ? 
 
 Great God ! Thy Spirit now send forth, 
 
 Convince us all of sin, 
 And by Thy love's constraining power, 
 
 Our hearts to Jesus win. 
 
 Forgive the past with all its guilt ; 
 
 Thy mighty grace afford, 
 That henceforth we may seek Thy praise, 
 
 In thought, and deed, and word. 
 
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 And resting in Thy faithful care, 
 
 May we with trustful heart, 
 Go forth to meet the joy or woe, 
 
 Thy wisdom shall impart. 
 
 No evil can our souls befall, 
 
 If we are only Thine ; 
 Thy presence makes the darkest cloud 
 
 With rays of glory shine. 
 
 "Whate'er in this untrodden year 
 
 May yet unfolded lie, 
 Let it be " Christ " to us " to live ;"— 
 
 Twill then be "gain" to die. 
 
 So shall we well prepared be 
 
 Tor all our God may send ; 
 His peace shall keep our hearts and minds, 
 
 His grace our steps attend. 
 
 And soon our years of conflict o'er, 
 
 Our joyful souls shall rise, 
 Our God and Saviour to adore 
 
 For ever in the skies ! 
 
 
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 HYMX FOE EASTEE DAY. 
 
 All hail ! Eedeemer of mankind ! 
 
 Yictor o'er death and hell ! 
 Who this day hath burst the grave's strong bands, 
 
 And crush' d the tyrant fell 
 Who thought to have bruis'd Thy sacred head, 
 When Thou wast number' d with the dead. 
 
 All hail to Thee ! who in our stead 
 
 The curse of God wast made ; 
 Who our debt assum'd, and by Thy death 
 
 The utmost farthing paid ; 
 And art ris'n again our cause to plead, 
 And minister to all our need. 
 
 All hail to Thee at God's right hand, 
 
 Our Elder Brother Thou ! 
 Before whom th' angelic hosts of heaven, 
 
 In adoration bow ! 
 While still deeper notes of praise arise 
 From blood-bought myriads of the skies. 
 
 All hail ! Thou mighty glorious Lord ! 
 
 All hail ! Thou Prince of Peace ! 
 Thy kingdom shall spread from shore to shore, 
 
 Thy triumphs never cease. 
 All hail to Thee our nature wearing, 
 And yet, as God, all worlds upbearing ! 
 
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 "WHEREFORE DO YE SPEND MONEY FOR THAT 
 WHICH IS NOT BREAD? AND YOUR LABOUR FOR 
 THAT WHICH SATISFIETH NOT? HEARKEN DILI- 
 GENTLY UNTO ME, AND EAT YE THAT WHICH IS 
 GOOD, AND LET YOUR SOUL DELIGHT ITSELF IN 
 FATNESS."— Isaiah lv. 2. 
 
 Aet thou mournful and desponding ? 
 
 Hast thou now at last perceived, 
 What a hollow world thou liv'st in, 
 
 How by it thou wert deceived ? 
 
 Art thou bitterly repenting, 
 
 That thou didst not sooner choose, 
 
 Pleasures which would ne'er forsake thee, 
 Happiness thou could' st not lose ? 
 
 Be not so cast down and hopeless ; 
 
 Still God waiteth to bestow* 
 All the blessings thou requirest ; — 
 
 Freely thro' His Son they flow. 
 
 Only cast aside thy merits, 
 
 "Filthy rags "f they are at best ; 
 
 As a sinner || Christ will save thee, 
 Bid thee welcome as His guest. 
 
 * Isaiah xxx. 18. f Isaiah lxiv. 6. || Luke v. 32. 
 
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 Dost thou think He'll ne'er receive thee, 
 
 When thou hast so long forgot 
 Him, thy Master, and thy Saviour ? 
 
 Yet He'll hear thee* — doubt it not ! 
 
 In His precious blood Hell wash thee 
 From each stain and mark of sin, 
 
 In His righteousness will clothe thee, 
 And His Spirit put within. 
 
 Then thy heart shall know true pleasure, f 
 
 Which shall never pass away, 
 In thy Saviour richer treasures 
 
 Thou shalt find from day to day. 
 
 God, while just, J can justify thee, 
 
 If thy faith on Christ is stay'd ; 
 But no mercy can He show thee, § 
 
 Unless thy sins on Him are laid. 
 
 Haste, thee then, poor pilgrim, haste thee, 
 
 Linger not one moment more, 
 Jesus gladly will receive thee ; 
 
 Knock at mercy's open door. 
 
 So thine evening shall be brighter 
 
 Than the morning of thy days ; 
 Earth shall lose it's power to harass, || 
 
 And thy joyful work be praise. 
 
 * John vi. 37. t Prov. Lii. 17. \ Rom. iii. 24—26. 
 $ Acts iv. 12. II, Isaiah xxvi. 3. 
 
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 " BE SUIIETY FOll THY SE11VANT FOR GOOD." 
 Psalm cxix. 122. 
 
 Ee Surety, my Lord, for me, 
 
 My cause now undertake, 
 Eor all my hopes are fix'd on Thee, 
 
 And ne'er wilt Thou forsake 
 The sinner who on Thee relies, 
 And to Thy cross for refuge flies. 
 
 Nought have I, Lord, to plead but sin, 
 
 Without Thee I am lost, 
 But Thou my Substitute hast been, 
 
 And paid the fearful cost, 
 By which alone my soul could be 
 Restor'd to holiness and Thee. 
 
 Instead of me, Thy soul was made 
 
 The curse of God for sin, 
 And Thou whose word all Heaven obey'd, 
 
 Becam'st my next of kin, 
 My soul's redemption to secure, 
 And all I merited endure. 
 
 And now Thy faithful word is given 
 
 To crown Thy work in me, 
 And safely bring me home to Heaven, 
 
 Thy glorious face to see, 
 And with Thy ransom' d saints adore, 
 The Lamb once slain, for evermore ! 
 
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 HYMjN t foe a juvenile missionaey teee. 
 
 Ahottnd our Missionary Tree, 
 
 A glad and youthful band, 
 "We join to raise our hymn of praise 
 
 To Him, whose gracious hand 
 Hath bless' d us from our earliest days, 
 With knowledge of salvation's ways. 
 
 We'll praise Him that our lot is cast 
 
 On England's happy shore, 
 Where we may freely read His word, 
 
 And the true God adore, 
 And as each Sabbath day comes round, 
 May hear the Gospel's joyful sound. 
 
 And shall not we, thus richly bless'd, 
 
 Be willing to extend, 
 The story of redeeming grace, 
 
 To earth's remotest end ? 
 And to each heathen land make known, 
 The God who reigns in heaven alone ? 
 
 Thousands of children ne'er have heard 
 
 Of Jesus' dying love, 
 But, sunk in ignorance and vice, 
 
 In error's paths they rove ; 
 And shall we idly let them die, 
 Nor offer to their help to fly ? 
 
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 no ! thro' Afric's burning plains, 
 
 And China's open'd door, 
 To India's bright and sunny land, 
 
 And Greenland's frozen shore, — 
 To East, and West, and South, and North, 
 We'll send the glorious tidings forth. 
 
 Lord ! by Thy Spirit touch our hearts, 
 
 That we may freely yield 
 Ourselves, our time, our strength, our all, 
 
 To spread thro' earth's vast field, 
 The blessed news that Jesus gave 
 Himself, our ruin'd souls to save ! 
 
 "THIS GOD IS OUR GOD FOR EVER AND EVER: HE 
 WILL BE OUR GUIDE EVEN UNTO DEATH."— Psalm 
 
 XLVIII. 14; AND COMPARE NUMBERS IX. 15 — 23. 
 
 As Israel's journey ings of old 
 
 "Were guided by the cloud, 
 By day providing grateful shade, 
 
 By night a fiery shroud ; 
 And as it moved, or tarried, they 
 
 Moved too, or tarried still, 
 Seeing in it's mysterious course, 
 
 An index of God's will : — 
 
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 So may the Christian, taught of God, 
 
 And guided from above, 
 His path discern thro' this dark world, 
 
 In which his footsteps rove ; 
 Th' unerring providence of God, 
 
 Yiew'd by His word's own light, 
 "Will lead him still in safety on, 
 
 E'en in the gloomiest night. 
 
 "When God would have him rest awhile, 
 
 And in his tent abide, 
 Gladly he bows to the behest 
 
 Of his omniscient Guide ; 
 But when the pillar onward moves, 
 
 Obedient he departs, 
 To face the desert's toils once more, 
 
 Nor from it's hardships starts. 
 
 He is not left to shape his course, 
 
 By his own power or skill, 
 Relying simply on his God, 
 
 His God is with him still, 
 And has His faithful promise pass'd, 
 
 To be his constant Guide, 
 Until the Jordan safely cross' d, 
 
 He land on Canaan's side. 
 
 Then, wherefore should the christian yield 
 
 To heart- corroding fear, 
 "When such a Hand is leading him ? 
 
 "When such a Friend is near ? 
 
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 Kather in peace he may commit 
 To God each anxious thought, 
 
 Assured that thro' each dangerous path 
 He shall be safely brought. 
 
 Then as the Israelites of old, 
 
 Their hymns of triumph raised, 
 As on the promis'd land, now their' s, 
 
 With glistening eyes they gazed ; 
 So when the toil-worn Christian comes 
 
 To his lov'd home in peace, 
 with what rapturous joy he'll raise 
 
 Praises which ne'er shall cease ! 
 
 No need of guiding pillar then ! 
 
 His footsteps ne'er can stray, 
 The Lamb Himself shall lead him forth, 
 
 Where living fountains play — 
 In pastures of unfading green 
 
 How calmly shall he rest, 
 His every longing satisfied, 
 
 For ever fully blest ! 
 
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 AT THE NAME OF JESUS EVERY KNEE 
 SHOULD BOW."— Phil. ii. 10. 
 
 For ever blessed be Thy name, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord and King ! 
 To Thee with humble thankfulness, 
 
 I will my praises bring ! 
 
 Be Thou exalted far above 
 
 All glory, power, and might ; 
 Let saints on earth unite their song, 
 
 With all the saints in light. 
 
 The ransomed ones around Thy throne, 
 
 Their crowns before Thee cast, 
 And joyful Hallelujahs raise, 
 
 While endless ages last. 
 
 And we, while waiting here on earth, 
 
 To join that countless throng, 
 Will seek to learn some few sweet notes, 
 
 Of their immortal song. 
 
 Our stammering lips we will employ, 
 
 To tell of Jesu's love, 
 Ere long we hope to sound it forth 
 
 Within the courts above. 
 
 Then what o'ernowing praise and joy, 
 
 Shall all our hearts pervade, 
 When we the Lamb once slain, shall see 
 
 With matchless power array' d ! 
 
When we with Him shall be enthron'd 
 
 In everlasting bliss, 
 Our ceaseless glad employ to sound 
 
 Love's fathomless abyss. 
 
 "THOU ART MY PORTION, LORD." 
 Psalm cxix. 57. 
 
 How rich a treasury of grace 
 
 In Jesus Christ I find ! 
 Wisdom, and love, and truth, and might, 
 
 In Him are all combin'd. 
 
 Whate'er my thirsting spirit craves, 
 
 His fulness will supply, 
 His gracious ear is ever swift 
 
 To hear my faintest cry. 
 
 To Him I ne'er can come in vain, 
 
 How deep soe'er my need ; 
 He freely gives me all, and more 
 
 Than that for which I plead. 
 
 Whate'er He has, His loving heart 
 
 Is ready to bestow, 
 On all who simply trust in Him, 
 
 And to His guidance bow. 
 
 But best of all, He, He Himself, 
 
 His children's portion is ! 
 And thro' eternal years of joy, 
 
 He'll own them still as His ! 
 
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 " PEACE I LEAVE WITH YOU, MY PEACE I GIVE 
 UNTO YOU : NOT AS THE WOULD GIVETH, GIVE 
 I UNTO YOU. LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED, 
 NEITHER LET IT BE AFRAID." — John xiv. 27. 
 
 Would' st thou the secret know of peace 
 Beyond man's power to comprehend, 
 
 "Which still remains untouch' d, unhurt, 
 
 Though earth's deep woes thy heart may rend ?- 
 
 A peace which fills the soul with calm, 
 When all around is dark and drear ; 
 
 Which lightens life's harassing toils, 
 And sweetly soothes each care and fear ? 
 
 A peace no mortal can bestow, 
 
 No mortal hand can take away, 
 Which will thy pillow smooth by night, 
 
 And keep thee tranquil all the day ? 
 
 0, if such peace thou would' st possess, 
 
 Hearken to thy Eedeemer's voice, 
 Come unto Him — He'll give thee rest, 
 
 And bid thy inmost heart rejoice. 
 
 On Him thy sole dependance place, 
 Take Him for Saviour, Master, Lord ; 
 
 And seek His Holy Spirit's aid, 
 To keep obediently His word. 
 
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 But more than this — make Him thy Friend, 
 The sharer of thy every thought ; 
 
 Thy joys He'll sanctify and crown, 
 
 And make thy griefs with blessing fraught. 
 
 No earthly tongue can half describe 
 
 His sympathy and tender love, 
 The ceaseless watchfulness and care, 
 
 With which He guards thee from above. 
 
 He never wearies while we tell 
 Our mournful tale of sin and woe, 
 
 Nay — He invites us to outpour 
 
 The grief which lays our spirits low. 
 
 He never changes — never dies — 
 
 He knows no lack of power or skill ; 
 
 His smile illumes the darkest cloud, 
 His presence every blank can fill. 
 
 make this glorious One thy Friend, 
 Then shalt thou know deep, solid peace, 
 
 Which earth's sore trials cannot touch, 
 And which shall never, never cease. 
 
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 " BLESSED ARE THE DEAD WHICH DIE IN THE 
 LORD." — Rev. xiv. 13. 
 
 "IT IS SOWN IN CORRUPTION; IT IS RAISED IN 
 INCORRUPTION : IT IS SOWN IN DISHONOUR ; IT 
 IS RAISED IN GLORY : IT IS SOWN IN WEAKNESS ; 
 IT IS RAISED IN POWER : IT IS SOWN A NATURAL 
 BODY ; IT IS RAISED A SPIRITUAL BODY." 
 1 Con. xv. 42, 43, 44. 
 
 How tranquil the repose of those 
 
 "Who sleep in Christ their Lord, 
 The softest conch which man can spread, 
 
 Can no such rest afford. 
 
 A deep, unbroken, quiet rest, 
 
 From feverish fancies free ; 
 Gentler than infant's slumbers are, 
 
 Their last long sleep shall be. 
 
 But oh, how glorious will be 
 
 That long'd for, blissful hour, 
 When these poor frames in weakness sown, 
 
 Shall rise again in power. 
 
 The fitting habitations made, 
 
 Of souls from sin set free, 
 Ready their dictates to obey 
 
 With glad alacrity. 
 
 No weariness shall hinder then, 
 
 The service that we love, 
 No suffering weigh our spirits down, 
 
 When they would mount above. 
 
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 All, all such hindrances shall be 
 
 For ever wholly gone, 
 And whatsoe'er our Saviour wills, 
 
 Shall eagerly be done. 
 
 Haste then that day, when all who now 
 Their fetter' d state bemoan, 
 
 Shall stand, for God's high service fit, 
 Faultless before His throne. 
 
 "BLESS THE LORD, O MY SOUL, AND ALL THAT 
 IS WITHIN ME, BLESS HIS HOLY NAME. BLESS 
 THE LORD, O MY SOUL, AND FORGET NOT ALL 
 HIS BENEFITS. WHO FORGIVETH ALL THINE IN- 
 IQUITIES, WHO HEALETH ALL THY DISEASES. WHO 
 REDEEMETH THY LIFE FROM DESTRUCTION ; WHO 
 CROWNETH THEE WITH LOVINGKINDNESS AND 
 TENDER MERCIES. WHO SATISFIETH THY MOUTH 
 WITH GOOD THINGS, SO THAT THY YOUTH IS 
 
 Bless thou the Lord, my soul, and raise 
 To Him thy grateful song of praise, 
 Bless Him for all His love to thee, 
 For mercies countless, rich, and free. 
 
 He gladly pardons all thy sin, 
 And breathes a heavenly calm within ; 
 And soon from every sickness free, 
 In soul and body thou shalt be. 
 
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 While from destruction's power secure, 
 Thro' His redemption strong and sure, 
 His lovingkindness crowns thy head, 
 And tender mercies round are shed. 
 
 Thy mouth with good things He doth fill, 
 So that thy youth is vigorous still, 
 E'en as the eagle's strength renew' d, 
 And with fresh grace from Heav'n endued. 
 
 Bless Him for all the hourly love, 
 Gently distilling from above, 
 "Which fills thy soul with deepest rest, 
 Amidst this dreary world's unrest. 
 
 Bless Him for hopes of coming peace, 
 When all thy griefs and pains shall cease ; 
 Bless Him that soon His face thou'lt see, 
 And like Him evermore shalt be. 
 
 Bless thou the Lord, my soul, and raise 
 To Him thy grateful song of praise, 
 deeply in thy heart record, 
 The unnumber'd mercies of thv Lord. 
 
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 GOING HOME* 
 
 " Going home," and going quickly ! 
 
 It's a thought to cheer the heart; 
 Should we suffer, be it meekly; 
 
 Soon the world and we must part, 
 Never more to meet again. 
 There's an end of suffering then, 
 There's an end of all that grieves us : 
 How the hope of this relieves us ! 
 
 " Going home," how sweet, how cheering ! 
 
 Going to the place we love, 
 There in royal state appearing 
 
 'Midst the shining hosts above ; 
 There our Father dwells and reigns, 
 Greater He than fancy feigns ; 
 There His people live for ever, 
 Their' s a portion failing never ! 
 
 " Going home !" there's nothing dearer 
 To the pilgrim's heart than " home;" 
 
 Drawing nearer still, and nearer 
 To the place where pilgrims come : 
 
 Much he thinks of what will be, 
 
 Much of what he hopes to see ; 
 
 Thinks of kindred, friends, and brothers, 
 
 But of Christ above all others. 
 
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 'Tis the blessed hope of seeing 
 Him he loves, in glory there ! 
 Blessed hope of ever being 
 
 With the Lord His joys to share ; 
 'Tis this hope that lightens toil, 
 And in sorrow makes him smile, 
 Cheers him in the midst of strangers, 
 Keeps him, when beset with dangers. 
 
 " Going home," then it behoves us, 
 
 Here to live as pilgrims do ; 
 "When the trial comes, it proves us, 
 
 Proves if we have faith or no. 
 Let us make our calling sure, 
 Let us to the end endure, 
 In the Saviour's love abiding, 
 In the Saviour's strength confiding ! 
 
 C. CASWELL, PRINTER, BROAD-STREET, BIRMINGHAM. 
 
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