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2 Since thou hast bid me come to thee,
Upborne by the unyielding wave;
And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul
Unhurt, on snares and death I'll tread;
It is I; be not afraid.
In soothing accents Jesus said,-
divine in mortal form
W Hush'd with a word the raging storm,
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
Of those who know, or know him not.
4 And when the last dread hour shall come,
And shudd'ring nature wait her doom,
His loving kindness is better than life. GOD, thou art my God alone; Early to thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head. 3 Better than life itself, thy love; Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee? 4 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice,—
My tongue shall bless thee while I live. 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
Jesus, the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
Of my redeeming Lord,
My Saviour in distresses past
But bring me through at last. 2 Better than my boding fears
To me thou oft hast proved; Oft observed my silent tears,
And challenged thy beloved: Mercy to my rescue flew,
And death ungrasp'd his fainting prey; Pain before thy face withdrew, And sorrow fled away.
3 Now as yesterday the same,
The promised joy I soon shall have;
4 To thy blessed will resign'd,
STEADFASTNESS AND GROWTH IN GRACE.
Vanity of earthly enjoyments.
OW vain are all things here below;
2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,
3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
5 My Saviour, let thy beauties be
9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. Worldly pleasures renounced. AIN are all terrestrial pleasures; Mix'd with dross the purest gold; Seek we then for heavenly treasures,— Treasures never waxing old. Let our best affections centre
On the things around the throne: There no thief can ever enter;
Moth and rust are there unknown.
2 Earthly joys no longer please us; Here would we renounce them all; Seek our only rest in Jesus,
Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above; Bids us look for his appearing;
Bids us triumph in his love.
3 May our light be always burning, And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never need we be afraid,
ORD, in the strength of grace,
2 Thy ransom❜d servant, I
12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
Determined to know nothing but Jesus and him crucified.
Who bought me with his blood:
I trample on thy wealth and pride;
2 Other knowledge I disdain;
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,-
The sin-atoning Victim died:
3 Here will I set up my rest;
His wounds for me stand open wide;
Only Jesus will I know,