Lord! we would remember thee,
Thou wilt our Redeemer be.

2 When, with footsteps faint and slow,
Duty's upward path we go;

When, by toils and hardship pressed,
Round we turn to look for rest;
Lord! we would remember thee,
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.

3 When the day grows dark and drear,
When, beset by doubt and fear,
We can see no beam of light
Struggling through the thickening night,
Lord! we would remember thee,

Thou our Comforter wilt be.

8 & 7s. M.

509.

GRANT.

The Christian encouraged.

1 KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station,

Something still to do or bear: Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think what Jesus did to win thee:

Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee;
God's own hand shall guide thee there :
Soon shall close thy earthly mission;
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

C. M.

510.

COWPER.

"God will provide."

1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o'er Ishmael,

A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruse
Convince us, at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way.

3 His saints and servants shall be fed,
The promise is secure;

"Bread shall be given them," as he said, "Their water shall be sure.'

4 Repasts far richer they shall prove, Than all earth's dainties are;

'T is sweet to taste a Saviour's love, Though in the meanest fare.

5 To Jesus, then, your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;

While you are poor, and he is King,
You shall not be forgot.

C. M.

511.

SACRED OFFering.

Shepherd of Israel.

1 SHEPHERD of Israel, hear my prayer,
And to my cry give heed;
Shepherd of Israel, lead me where
Thy flocks in safety feed.

2 Whether upon the barren hills,
Or in the desert bare,

Strike but thy rod, the purest rills.
And greenest herbs are there:

3 The shadow of a mighty rock
Is in that weary land;

And heavenly dews fall on the flock, Protected by thy hand.

4 Lead me, O lead me to thy fold,
Earth has no rest beside;

Shepherd of Israel, known of old,
Be thou my only guide.

C. M.

512.

COWPER.

Walking with God.

1 O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return!
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame:
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

L. M.

513.

GASKELL.

Faith in God's Love.

1 O FATHER! humbly we repose

Our souls on thee, who dwell'st above, And bless thee for the peace which flows From faith in thine encircling love.

2 Though every earthly trust may break, Infinite might belongs to thee; Though every earthly friend forsake, Unchangeable thou still wilt be

3 Though clouds may gather darkly round,
They cannot veil us from thy sight;
Though vain all human aid be found,
Thou every grief canst turn to light.

4 All things thy wise designs fulfil,
In earth beneath, and heaven above,
And good breaks out from every ill,
Through faith in thine encircling love.

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L. M.

514.

DODDRIDGE.

The Rest of the grateful Soul. Psalm 116.

1 RETURN, my soul, and seek thy rest
Upon thy Heavenly Father's breast:
Indulge me, Lord, in that repose
The soul which loves thee only knows.

2 Safe in thy care, I fear no more

The tempest's howl, the billows' roar :
Those storms must shake the Almighty's seat,
Which violate the saint's retreat.

3 Thy bounties, Lord, to me surmount
The power of language to recount;
From morning dawn the setting sun
Sees but my work of praise begun.

4 Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed,
In future hopes more richly blessed,
I'll sit and sing, till death shall raise
A note of more proportioned praise.

C. M.

515.

Prayer for Grace in Trial.

URWICK'S COL.

1 FATHER of all our mercies, thou
In whom we move and live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now,
And answer, and forgive.

2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,

O give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.