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78, 6 L.

MONTGOMERY.

Christ our Example in Suffering.

1 GO to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel temptation's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned:
O, the wormwood and the gall!

O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

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Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom:

Who has taken him away?

Christ is risen; he meets our eyes:
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

S. M.

Encouragement.

1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud, to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.

3 His grace will to the end

Stronger and brighter shine;

TOPLADY.

Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.

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C. M.

Prayer for Direction.

WATTS.

1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 O, send thy Spirit down, to write
Thy law upon my heart;

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From folly turn away my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desire, arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Direct my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands,
"Tis a delightful road,-

Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,
Offend against my God.

Communion with God.

1 TO thee, before the dawning light,
My gracious God, I pray;

I meditate thy name by night,
And keep thy law by day.

2 My spirit faints to see thy grace;
Thy promise bears me up;
And, while salvation long delays,
Thy word supports my hope.

WATTS.

3 When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind;

My thoughts in warm devotion rise,
And sweet acceptance find.

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The Fount of Blessing.

J. TAYLOR.

1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.

2 From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
3 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind,
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
4 Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

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C. M.

Holy Aspirations.

BOWRING.

1 THE Saviour now is gone before
To yon blest realms of light:
O, thither may our spirits soar,
And wing their upward flight.
2 Lord, make us to those joys aspire,
That spring from love to thee,
That pass the carnal heart's desire,
And faith alone can see.

3 To guide us to thy glories, Lord,
To lift us to the sky,

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O, may thy Spirit still be poured
Upon us from on high.

1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord,
Proclaim thy joys abroad,

And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by thy God.

2 Through every winding maze of life
His hand has been my guide;
And in his long-experienced care
My heart shall still confide.

3 His grace through all the desert flows,
An unexhausted stream;

That grace, on Zion's sacred mount,
Shall be my endless theme.

4 Beyond the choicest joys of time,
Thy courts on earth I love ;
But, O, I burn with strong desire
To dwell with thee above.

5 There, joined with all the shining band,
My soul would thee adore,

A pillar in thy temple fixed,
To be removed no more.

1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, awake,
And view the threatening scene ;
See how thy foes encamp around,
And treason lurks within.

2 "Tis not this mortal life alone
These hostile powers assail :

How canst thou hope for future bliss,
If their attempts prevail?

3 Then to the work of God awake;
Behold thy Master near;
The various, arduous task pursue
With vigor and with fear.

4 The awful register goes on;

Th' account will surely come;
And opening day, or closing night,
May bear me to my doom.

5 Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes! Yet like a dream it flies,

Till God's own voice the slumbers chase
From these deluded eyes.

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S. M..

DODDRIDGE.

The watchful 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 be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3 Watch!-'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark every signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.

4 O, happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

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C. M.

CAMPBELL'S COL.

Watch and pray.

1 THE Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Through life's brief, fleeting hour,
And gives the Spirit's quickening ray
To those who seek his power.

2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Maintain a warrior's strife;

Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;
Obedience is our life.

3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray;
For soon the hour will come

That calls us from the earth away,
To our eternal home.

4 O Saviour, we would watch and pray,
And hear thy sacred voice,

And walk, as thou hast marked the way,
To heaven's eternal joys.