And all the attributes divine

Are now at work for me.

To know my final state I at His footstool bow, Who tells my soul THE HAND OF FATE IS ON THE CURTAIN NOW!

His will the veil withdraws, And while I lift my eyes, Discovers there a glorious Cross, And raps me to the skies.

ANOTHER.

RAISED to-day above my sorrow,
Happy now,

Shall I bow

Burthened for to-morrow?

Shall I anxiously forecasting

Still destroy

My own joy,

Doubtful of its lasting?

Rather let me snatch the occasion;
In the friend

God doth lend

Taste His consolation;

From His hands a glad receiver,

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Taste in this

Heavenly bliss,

Bliss that lasts forever.

In the stream I drink the Fountain. Drink, and haste

To the feast

On that holy mountain. With the wings of faith and prayer Fly we on

To the throne,

To the Saviour there.

There we fix our place of meeting, Gladly come

To our home,

Songs of praise repeating. Careless which shall first pass over,

Since we know

Both shall go,

Both the port recover.

Both shall reach the happy shore,
Quickly meet

At Thy seat,

Meet and part no more.

Who shall there our spirits sever?

Friends beneath,

Friends in death,

Friends we live forever!

ON THE LOSS OF HIS FRIENDS.

TAKE these broken reeds away!

On the Rock of Ages I Calmly now my spirit stay

Now on Christ alone rely;

Every other prop resign,

Sure the sinner's Friend is mine.

Fly, my friends, with treacherous speed,

Melt as snow before the sun; Leave me at my greatest need, Leave me to my God alone, To my Help which cannot fail, To my Friend unchangeable.

O how constant is my Lord,
While I to His promise cleave!
True and faithful to His word,

Me my Lord will never leave ;
None shall us by violence part,
None shall tear me from His heart.

Keep me then, my Lord, my Love,
Keep me close to Thy dear breast,
Till Thou take me up above,

Till I gain the heavenly rest,
Seated on Thy glorious throne,
With Thyself forever one.

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ANOTHER.

DISCONSOLATE tenant of clay,

In solemn assurance arise,
Thy treasure of sorrow survey,

And look through it all to the skies!
That heavenly house is prepared
For all who are sufferers here,
And wait the return of their Lord,
And long for His Day to appear.

Who suffer in Jesus's shame
Shall triumph in Jesus's Love :
A child of affliction, I claim
My sure habitation above.
My seal of election is this,

His marks in my body I bear;
My fulness of infinite bliss,

My crown of rejoicing is there.

There all the tempestuous blast
Of bitter affliction is o'er,

The spirit is landed at last,

And sorrow and shame are no more.
Temptation and trouble are gone,
The trial is all at an end,

And there I shall cease to bemoan

The loss of my brother and friend.

'Tis there I shall meet him again

Whose burden through life I must bear

No longer the cause of my pain,
No longer a fugitive there.
Here only the world could divide,
Here only the tempter could part,.
And turn the unwary aside,

And poison his innocent heart.

Then let me with meekness attend
The word that shall summon me home,
The days of my pilgrimage end,
And bury my griefs in the tomb.
The tears shall be wiped from my eyes,
When him I behold with the blest,
Who hastened my soul to the skies,
And followed me into my rest.

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ANOTHER.

O MY condescending Lord,

How hast Thou to earth stooped down! Sinners vile and self-abhorred

Thou dost for Thy brethren own;

O the grace on man bestowed,

Man is called the friend of God!

What can I desire beside ?

Jesus for my Friend I claim; Jesus is my faithful Guide,