place,

Nor life nor death can part Those who, enjoying Jesus' grace, In him are one in heart.

5. Soon will he wipe off every tear, On Canaan's blissful shore, Where all who friends in Jesus are, Shall meet to part no more.

Countess Huntingdon's H.

F. FOR THE SICK. 924. T. 166. WHEN pining sickness wastes the frame,

Acute disease or weakening pain; When life fast spends its feeble And all the help of man proves flame, (vain ; Languid the spirits, weak the flesh, Joyless and flat all things appear, No medicines ease, nor cordials cheer, (fresh;

Food can't support, nor sleep re2. Then, then to have recourse to God,

To pray to him in time of need,
And feel the balm of Jesus' blood,
This is to find a friend indeed:
And this, O Christian, is thy lot,
Who cleavest to the Lord by faith;
He'll never leave thee, doubt it not,
In pain, in sickness, or in death.
3. When flesh decays, when vigour
fails,

He will thy strength and portion be;
Support thy weakness, bear thy ails,
And softly whisper, "Trust in me;"
Himself will be thy helping friend,
Thy good physician, nay, thy nurse,
To make thy bed will condescend,
And from affliction take the curse.

J. Hart.

925.

THO' I'm in body full of pain,
My soul doth heavenly comfort gain;
And death itself I need not dread,
Since Jesus suffer'd in my stead.
2. Yet one thing will I ask of thee:
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me;
But bless me often, keep my mind
Stay'd on thy help, to thee resign'd:
3. Then I shall be supremely bless'd,
Nor ask, tho' sick, to be releas'd;
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel,
I know thou rulest all things well.
J. Cennick.

MY body's weak, my heart unclean, I pine with sickness and with sin; My strength decays, my spirits droop, (up. Bow'd down with guilt I can't look 2. To thee, O Lord, in faith I turn, Who all my sicknesses hast borne; Sin thou hadst none, and yet didst For guilty sinners, such as I. (die 3. Sin's rankling sores my soul corrode,

Oh, heal them with thy precious blood;

And if thou wilt my health restore, Lord, let me ne'er offend thee more. J. Hart.

To be releas'd from all my pain. 4. Quickly, O Lord, thy angels To set my longing soul at large; charge Quickly thy blessed hosts command

To carry me to thy right hand. 5. My loving friends, farewell, farewell,

I go with Jesus Christ to dwell; He calls me to my heavenly home, And says, "Come in, thou blessed,

come."

J. Cennick.

TO God let all the human race Bring adoration, thanks, and praise; He makes his love and wisdom known

By angels who surround his throne. 2. The angels whom his breath inspires,

His ministers, are flaming fires;
With joy they in his service move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.
3. With gladness they obey his will,
And all his purposes fulfil;
All those who Jesus' children are

Are special objects of their care.
4. Our God defends us day by day,
From many dangers in our way,
By angels, who for ever keep
A watchful eye, when we're asleep
5. O Lord, we'll bless thee all ou
days,

Our souls shall glory in thy grace;

tongues,

And emulate the angels' songs; For sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing.

2. They praise the Lamb who once was slain,

But we can add a higher strain;
Not only say, He suffer'd thus:
But, that He suffer'd all for us.

3. When angels by transgression fell,

Justice consign'd them all to hell; But mercy form'd a wondrous plan To save and honour fallen man.

4. Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die; He who redeem'd us with his blood, As man still fills the throne of God. 5. Immanuel, our Brother now, Is he 'fore whom the angels bow; They join with us to praise his

name,

But we the nearest interest claim. 6. But ah, how faint our praises rise!

Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, That we who share his richest love, So cold and unconcern'd should

prove.

The seraphim of God
Exalt :||: their voices loud;
With joy 'fore him they shout:
Their holy choirs in heavenly blaze
Sing constantly with cover'd face,
Holy, holy is God,
Holy is God,

The Lord of Sabaoth.

2. Thereto the church of Christ, His flesh and bone confess'd, Sings, Amen, God be prais'd! Above and here one voice doth sound,

Praise him who hath for us aton'd:
To God in highest strain,
To the Lamb slain,
All glory be: Amen.
3. When Christ, once crucified,
Returns :||: with his pierc'd side
In glory, to his bride, (fear,
And all the world shall quake with
Then will with joy 'fore him appear
The countless ransom'd race,
And sing his praise
In never-ceasing lays.

931.*

WHILE the pilgrim travels On this earthly ground, Watchful guardian-angels Compass him around; Like Elisha's servant,

He in faith espies Hosts with fiery horses, Flaming chariots rise.

Gregor.

T. 141.

933.* T. 151.

FAREWELL henceforth for ever,
All empty, worldly joys;
Farewell, for Christ my Saviour
Alone my thoughts employs;
In heaven's my conversation,
Where the redeem'd possess
In him complete salvation,

The gift of God's free grace.
2. Counsel me, dearest Jesus,
According to thy heart;
Heal thou all my diseases,

And every harm avert:

Be thou my consolation

While here on earth I live,

And at my expiration

Me to thyself receive.

Here on earth in tears we sow; He who here goes forth and weepeth, Bearing precious seed below, Brings his sheaves with him and reapeth (o'er, There in joy, his sighs and sorrows Evermore. :||:

years,

Mrs. Palmer.

In my God a Friend most kind.

WHETHER the period of this life

Be long or short, we know, 'Tis in itself of no great weight, We're pilgrims here below.

longs for thee,

And of all else is weary; "Come," is her cry incessantly, Come soon, and do not tarry: Jesus, my Lord, my Bridegroom,

66

LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Be they then at thy command;
Let me live to thee alone,
Then the sting of death is gone.
2. Whither should I, sinner, flee,
Lord, for shelter, but to thee?
Thou hast gone before, in grace,
To prepare a resting-place.

3. Bearing my sins' heavy load,
All thy steps were mark'd with
blood,

From the garden to the cross,
Suffering to retrieve our loss.
4. By thy bitter agony,
By thy life pour'd out for me,

In Jesus Christ believe,

And as a living sacrifice
To him their bodies give.

(time

T. 97.

ALTHO' a pardon'd sinner's mind To be with Christ is most inclin'd, Yet long as he remaineth here, Be it a day, a month, or year, If but his heart be daily cheer'd by grace, (race. He runs with patience his appointed 2. We in this world no city have, Where we to fix our dwelling crave; For as a traveller on the road Oft rests, but hath no fix'd abode, Life's comforts thus we welcome, not pursue, (in view. But keep our heavenly mansion still