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5 When in the solemn hour of death I wait thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of my last breath,"Good Lord, remember me!"

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6 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee,

Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me!


L. M.


God the Source of Joy here and hereafter.

1 LORD, when I quit this earthly stage,
Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
For I could find no other home,
And I would seek no other rest.

2 I cannot live contented here

Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven, without thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place.

3 When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold my thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are like long, tedious years to me.

4 And if no evening visit's paid
Between my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!



Peace for troubled Souls.

1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Reveals thy weight of inward woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
? Come, freely come, by sin oppressed,
Unburden here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God 's thy Saviour,-glorious word!
For ever love and praise thy Lord.


Divine Protection. Psalm 121.


Up to the hills I lift my eyes,·
The eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my almighty Refuge lives.

L. M.

L. M.



2 He lives, the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood,
The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

4 Israel, — a name divinely blest,—
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.

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1 COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.


2 This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He shall send down his heavenly powers
To carry us above.

3 There shall we see his face,
And never, never sin,
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

4 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

5 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

6 Then let our songs abound,
every tear be dry;

We 're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.


God's Care a Remedy for ours.

1 How gentle God's commands!
How kind his precepts are!
"Come cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care."

S. M.


While Providence supports,
Let saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guide his children well.


3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your Heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

L. M.


Gratitude and Reliance.

1 GREAT Lord of earth, and seas, and skies,
Thy wealth the needy world supplies;
And safe beneath thy guardian arm,
We live secured from every harm.


2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe
For all our comforts here below;
Our daily bread thy bounty gives,
And every rising want relieves.

3 To thee we cheerful homage bring;
In grateful hymns thy praises sing;
On thee we ever will depend,
The rich, the sure, the faithful Friend.

4 And, should thy measures seem severe,
Calmly may we thy chastening bear;
Without complaint to thee submit,
The unerring Judge of what is fit.

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L. M.


The Use of Tears.

1 How little of ourselves we know,
Before a grief the heart has felt!
The lessons that we learn of woe
Make strong the soul, as well as melt.


2 The energies too stern for mirth,

The reach of thought, the strength of will, 'Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, Though blight and blast their course fulfil.

3 And yet 't is when it mourns and fears,
The laden spirit feels forgiven;
And through the mist of falling tears
We catch the clearest glimpse of heaven.

L. M.


Faith encouraged.

1 SING to the Lord, who loud proclaims
His various and his saving names;
O may they not be heard alone,
But by our sure experience known.


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