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Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

C. M. 404.

Seeking a Rest.
1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies,

In everlasting day;
Through floods and flames the passage lies,

But Jesus guards the way.
2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,

Hear and obey his word;
Then let us triumph in his name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.

C. M. Double. 405.

Sinai and Zion.
I NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word,

Which God on Sinai spoke ;-
But we are come to Zion's hill,

The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad. 2 Behold th' innumerable host

Of angels, clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turned tỏ sight!
Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the judge of all, declares

Their every sin forgiven.
3 The saints on earth, and all the dead,

But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living head,

And of his grace partake:
In such society as this

My weary soul would rest :
The man who dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.

S. M. 406.

The vigilant Servant. 1 YE servants of the Lord !

Each in his office wait;

With joy obey his heavenly word,

And watch before his gate. 2 Let all your lamps he bright,

And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,

For awful is his name.
3 Watch-t is your Lord's command;

And while we speak. he's near:
Mark the first signal of his hand,

And ready all appear. 4 Oh! happy servant he,

In such a posture found !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

S. M. 407.

Watching and Praying. 1 MY soul! be on thy guard,

Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,

To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh! watch, and fight, and pray;

The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,

Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

C. M. 408.

Desiring the Presence of God. 1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan,

To thee I breathe my sighs ;
When will the mournfil night be gone,

And when my joys arise ; 2 My God! Oh! could I make the claim,

My Father and my friend,
And call thee mine, by every name,

On which thy saints depend ;-
3 By every name of power and love,

I would thy grace entreat;
Nor should my humble hopes remove,

Nor leave thy mercy-seat.

4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,

Thy word is all my stay ;
Here I would rest till light returns ;- .

Thy presence makes my day.
5 Speak, Lord! and bid celestial peace

Relieve my aching heart; ,
Oh! smile and bid my sorrows cease,

And all the gloom depart.
6 Then, shall my drooping spirit rise

And bless the healing rays;
And change these deep, complaining sighs,
To songs of sacred praise.

C. M. 409.

1 0 LORD! my best desires fulfill,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at thy command ?

Thy love forbids my fears;,
Why tremble at the gracious hand,

That wipes away my tears ? 3 No.- let me rather freely yield

What most I prize, to thee;
Thou never hast a good withheld,

Nor wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favor, all my journey through,

Shall be my rich supply;
What more I want, or think I do,
Let wisdom still deny.

S. M.
410. Restoration to Health.
1 KINDLY the Lord'appeared

In nature's trying hour;
His love my sinking spirit cheered ;

I felt his strengthening power. 2 He found me on the bed

Of languishing and pain;
And bade me lean on him my head,

Nor seek his aid in vain.

8 I saw his mighty arm

Stretched o'er the rolling wave;
He snutched my life from threatening harm,

And showed his power to save.
4 How, then, can I refuse

The glad and grateful strain ?
The Lord thy wasted strength renews,

And makes me well again.
5 Oh! may my future days

My gratitude display;
Nor speak alone, but live thy praise,
Through each revolving day.

C. M.
411. Sickness and Recovery.
1 MY God! thy service well demands

The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,

But to renew thy praise ?
2 Thine arms of everlasting love

Did this weak frame sustain,
When life was hovering o’er the grave,

And nature sunk with pain.
3 Calmly I bowed my fainting head,

On thy dear faithful breast;
Pleased to obey my Father's call

To his eternal rest.
4 Into thy hands, my Saviour-God!

Did I my soul resign,
In firm reliance on that truth

Which made salvation mine.
5 Back from the borders of the grave,

At thy command I come;
Nor will I ask a speedier flight

To my celestial home.
6 Where thou appointest mine abode,

There would I choose to be;
For, in the presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

7s. 412.

The Mind that was in Christ. I FATHER of eternal grace!

Glorify thyself in me;

Meekly beaming in my face,

May the world thine image see. 2 Happy only in thy love,

Poor, unfriended, or unknown;
Fix my thoughts on things above,

Stay my heart on thee alone. 3 Humble, holy, all-resigned

To thy will thy will be done!
Give me, Lord! the perfect mind

Of thy well-beloved Son.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,

May I tread the path he trod;
Die with Jesus on the cross-
Rise with him, to thee, my God!

L. M. 413.

Holiness and Grace.
I SO let our lips and lives express

The holy gospel, we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,

To prove the doctrine all-divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad

The honours of our Saviour-God;
When his salvation reigns within,

And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Religion bears our spirits up,

While we expect that blessed hope,-
The bright appearance of the Lord;
And faith stands leaning on his word.

C. M. 414. Hope in Affliction. I WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain,
How sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain! 2 'Tis not that murm’ring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will;
"T is not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still ;-
3 It is that heaven-taught faith surveys

The path to realms of light,
And longs her eagle-plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.

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