5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
Though every earthly comfort die ;
Thy love can bid my pain depart,
And raise my sacred pleasures high.

HYMN 317. L. M. [#]

Faith in the invisible God.

1 ALMIGHTY and immortal King,

Thy peerless splendours none can bear; But darkness veils seraphic eyes,

When God with all his glory's there.

2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom,
The great Invisible can see,
And with its tremblings mingle joy,
In fixed regards, great God, to thee.

3 This one petition would it urge,
To bear thee ever in its sight;
In life, in death, in worlds unknown,
Its only Portion and Delight.

HYMN 318. C. M. [#]

Joys of Faith and Hope.
1 THOSE happy realms of joy and peace,
Fain would my heart explore,
Where grief and pain forever cease,
And I shall sin no more.

2 No darkness there shall cloud the eyes,
No languor seize the frame;

But ever-active vigour rise
To feed the vital flame.

3 O for the eye of faith divine,
To pierce beyond the grave,

To see that Friend, and call him mire,
Whose arm is strong to save.

4 Here fix, my soul, for life is here;
Light breaks amid the gloom;
Trust in thy Father's love, nor fear
The horrors of the tomb.

HYMN 319. C. M. [#or b]

Looking at Things unseen.
1 WHY should the world's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and eyes,
Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies.

2 These transient scenes will soon decay;
They fade upon the sight;

And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving ray of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 320. L. M. [b]

Faith in the Redeemer's Sacrifice.

1 LORD, when my thoughts, delighted, rove
Amidst the wonders of thy love,
Glad hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fear depart.

2 I hear thy groans with deep surprise,
And view thy wounds with weeping eyes;
Each bleeding wound, each dying groan,
With anguish filled, and pains unknown.
3 For mortal crimes a sacrifice,

The Lord of life, the Saviour, dies;
What love! what mercy! how divine!
And can I call this Saviour mine!

4 Be, then, my heart and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise,
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.

HYMN 321. S. M. [#]

Faith and Hope.

1 ARISE! expand your wings
Of faith, and hope, and zeal,
And soar aloft to heavenly things,
To Zion's sacred hill.

2 There all the prophets live,

And feed on heavenly meat;

Such water, too, as Christ can give,
And all the air is sweet.

3 There's nothing here, we find,
That can supply the soul;
No pleasant relish to the mind;
Here dangerous waters roll.

4 There living streams of grace
From Jesus flow along,

And there I see his smiling face,
And join the heavenly song.

HYMN 322.

C. M. [bor #]

Hope.

1 BORNE o'er the ocean's stormy wave,
The beacon's light appears,

When yawns the seaman's watery grave,
And his lone bosom cheers.

2 Then, should the raging ocean foam,
His heart shall dauntless prove,

To reach, secure, his cherished home,
The haven of his love.

3 So when the soul is wrapt in gloom,
To worldly grief a prey,

Thy beams, blest hope, beyond the tomb,
Ilume the pilgrim's way.

4 They point to that serene abode
Where holy faith shall rest,
Protected by the sufferer's God,
And be forever blest.

5 O still, through sorrow's rayless night,
O'ershade our worldly way;

May pure religion's holy light
Shine with o'erpowering ray.

HYMN 323. L. M. [#or b ]

Hope the Anchor of the Soul.

1 O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays. Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart! How dark, how mournful, are my days, If thine enlivening beams depart! 2 Scarce through the shades a glimpse of day Appears to these desiring eyes; But shall my drooping spirit say,

The cheerful morn will never rise?

3 O let me not despairing mourn,

Though gloomy darkness spreads the sky
My glorious sun will yet return,
And night with all its horrors fly.

4 O for the bright, the joyful day,
When hope shall in assurance die !
So tapers lose their feeble

ray

Beneath the sun's refulgent eye.

HYMN 324. C. M. [#]

Transporting View of Heaven.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.