5 Soon shall we hear him say, "Ye blessed children come;" Soon will he call us hence away,

And take his wand'rérs home.

6 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.

Fawcett.

310.

S. M.

Seir.

Love to the brethren.

1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love!
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one-
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we are call'd to part,
It gives us mutual pain:
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;.
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
From sin, we shall be free.

;

And perfect love and friendship reign
To all eternity.

Barbauld. 311. L. M.

Christian fellowship.

Old Hundred.

1 HOW blest the sacred tie, that binds
In sweet communion kindred minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one!

2 To each, the soul of each how dear!
What tender love!-what holy fear!
How does the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!

3 Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt, and human wo!
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Together oft they seek the place
Where God reveals his smiling face:
How high, how strong their raptures swell
There's none but kindred souls can tell.

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire,
When dimly burns frail nature's fire:
Then shall they meet, in realms above,
A heaven of joy-a heaven of love.

G. T.

312. C. M.

Clifford.

Dependence on providential guidance. Jer. x. 23.

1 'TIS not in man, vain man, to trust
The counsels of his will;

The power that breathed his spirit first
Sustains and guides it still.

2 Our greatest blessings often grow
From seeds of smallest size;
The bitter bud of human wo
Our richest fruit supplies.

3 Taught by experience, Lord, we feel
Did we our steps control,

We should our own destruction seal:
Thy grace secures the soul.

4 In the same wisdom we confide
Which mark'd our mazy way;
Be thine omniscient eye our guide-
Thy powerful arm our stay.

5 Thy light and truth, O Lord, afford,
Nor let our footsteps roam;
Conduct us safely all the road
To our celestial home.

Montgomery.

313.

C. M.

Affliction.

Dundee.

1 O THOU, whose mercy guides my way,

Though now it seems severe,

Forbid my unbelief to say,

There is no mercy here!

2 O grant me to desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,
More than the world's supremest gain
Succeeded by a frown.

3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

The very hand that strikes the blow,
Was wounded once for me!

We are saved by hope. Rom. viii. 24.

1 THERE is a solid comfort here

Dundee.

'Tis hope that cheers the breast,
Wipes from pale sorrow's cheek the tear,
And gives the spirit rest.

2 My hope is fix'd on Christ alone;
From him my comfort springs;
His righteousness, and not my own,
A full salvation brings.

3 This hope, this cherish'd hope, I find
To be my only stay-

A beauteous rainbow to my mind
That smiles the clouds away.

4 Yes-I would look to him that died
On Calvary's wondrous mount:
And while in him I can confide

What can I not surmount?

5 Though foes may threaten, mountains rise, And seas before me roll,

Yet Jesus reigns above the skies,

And he'll support my soul.

6 And when at last from Jordan's brink
I launch upon the flood,

With such a hope I cannot sink-
"Twill bear me to my God.

Brown.

WORSHIP.

315. c. M.

Woodstock.

Solitude.

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,

And all his promises to plead
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

A. G. P.

316. C. M.

St. Martin's.

The hour of prayer. Acts iii. 1.

1 IF there's a time completely blest,
Abstract from worldly care,
Wherein the soul may sweetly rest,
It is the hour of prayer.