3 There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;

All that thou sendest me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!

4 Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!

5 Or if, on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

MRS. SARAH F. ADAMS,

WILLIAM HOWARD DOANE,

NETTLETON.

8, 7. D.

b

UNKNOWN.

1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it-
Mount of thy redeeming love!

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I'm come;

And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
3 0 to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above.

ROBERT ROBINSON.

727

The harmonious chorus.

1 HERE on earth, where foes surround us,
While our trembling souls within
Feel the fetters which have bound us,
Feel the burden of our sin;

Lord, on thee alone relying,

Strength we crave to burst our chain,

Ever pleading, ever crying,

"Lord, for us the Lamb was slain."

2 In those high and holy regions Where the blest thy praise prolong, Cherubs and seraphic legions

Know no theme of nobler song;
White-robed saints, who there adore thee
Throned above the glassy main,
Sing, and cast their crowns before thee,
"Lord, for us the Lamb was slain."

3 Thus thy Church, whate'er her dwelling,
Heaven above or earth below,
One harmonious chorus swelling,
Loves her Saviour's praise to show:
Here in trial, there in glory,

Changeless rings the immortal strain, Changeless sounds the wondrous story, "Lord, for us the Lamb was slain.'

UNKNOWN..

C. C. CONVERSE.

728 What a Friend we have in Jesus.

1 WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry

Every thing to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry

Every thing to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3 Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?-
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,-
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;

In his arms he'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

UNKNOWN.

729 Praise to the Deity.

1 O MY God, how thy salvation Fills my soul with peace and joy, Patience gives, and consolation Which the world cannot destroy! Praise to God, the glorious giver, Christ, the Saviour of the lost, And the Comforter forever,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

2 For that love whose tender mercies Purest joys do daily bring,

I will in my life confess thee,
With my mouth thy praises sing:
Praise to God, the glorious giver,
Christ, the Saviour of the lost,
And the Comforter forever,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

JOHN S. B. MONSELL.

DULCETTA.

8, 7.

FROM LUDWIG VON BEETHOVEN.

730

Before His cross.

1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye.

3 Here it is I find my heaven
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.

4 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.

5 Here in tender, grateful sorrow
With my Saviour will I stay;

Here new hope and strength will borrow; Here will love my fears away.

1 LABORING and heavy laden, Wanting help in time of need, Fainting by the way from hunger, "Bread of life!" on thee we feed.

2 Thirsting for the springs of waters That, by love's eternal law, From the stricken Rock are flowing, "Well of life!" from thee we draw. 3 In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eye can see, Light to those who sit in darkness,

Light of life!" we walk in thee. 4 Thou the grace of life supplying, Thou the crown of life wilt give; Dead to sin, and daily dying,

"Life of life!" in thee we live.

Doxology.

JOHN S. B. MONSELL

PRAISE the God of our salvation;
Praise the Father's boundless love;
Praise the Lamb, our expiation;
Praise the Spirit from above,
Author of the new creation,
Him by whom our spirits live;
Undivided adoration

To the one Jehovah give.

JOSIAH CONDER, ALT.

HENRY SMART.

734 King of heaven, God of grace.

1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Praise the everlasting King.

2 Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him, still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Hallelujah Hallelujah!
Glorious in his faithfulness.

3 Father-like, he tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes:

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Praise with us the God of grace.

HENRY F. LYTE AND SIR HENRY W. BAKER.

Doxology.

GREAT Jehovah! we adore thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne: Endless praises

To Jehovah, Three in One.

WILLIAM GOODE,