The clouds shot hail,-they lightened;
The earth reeled to and fro;
The fiery pillar brightened
The gulf of gloom below.

6 Thy way is in great waters:
Thy footsteps are not known.
Let Adam's sons and daughters
Confide in Thee alone.
Through the wild sea Thou leddest
Thy chosen flock of yore.
Still on the waves Thou treadest,
And Thy redeemed pass o'er.

314. “He knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we

are dust." Psalm ciii. 14. C. M.

1 LORD! we adore Thy wondrous name,
And make that name our trust,
Which raised at first this curious frame
From mean and lifeless dust.

2 By dust supported, still it stands,
Wrought up to various forms,
Prepared by Thy creating hands
To nourish mortal worms.

3 Awhile these frail machines endure,
The fabric of a day;

Then know their vital powers no more,
But moulder back to clay.

4 Yet, Lord! whate'er is felt or feared,
This thought is our repose:

That He by whom this frame was reared,
Its various weakness knows.

5 Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,
While struggling with our load.
In pains and dangers Thou art nigh,
Our Father and our God.

6 Kindly supported by Thy love,
We tend to realms of peace,
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.

315.

"Refuge failed me: no man cared for my
Psalm cxlii.

C. M.

1 I CRIED unto the Lord most just,
Most merciful, in prayer:

I cried unto Him from the dust;
I told Him my despair.

soul."

2 When sank my soul within me, then
Thou knew'st the path I chose.
Unharmed I passed the spoiler's den ;
I walked through ambushed foes.

3 I looked for friends;-there was not one In sorrow to condole.

I looked for refuge;-there was none:
None cared for my soul.

4 I cried unto the Lord: I said,
Thou art my refuge, Thou

My portion!-hasten to mine aid:
Hear and deliver now.

5 Now, from the dungeon, from the grave, Exalt Thy suppliant's head.

Thy voice is freedom to the slave,
Revival to the dead.

FUNEREAL.

316.

"That ye sorrow not even as others which have no hope." 1 Thess. iv. 13. C. M.

1 WHY should our tears in sorrow flow,
When God recalls His own;

And bids them leave a world of wo
For an immortal crown?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past: their work is done; And they are fully blest.

They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.

4 [The flock must feel the Shepherd's loss, And miss his tender care;

But they who bear with joy the cross,
The crown shall soonest wear.

5 And is not He who called them home,
Still to His church most nigh;
To bid yet other labourers come,
And all her need supply?]

6 Then let our sorrows cease to flow.
God has recalled His own;

But let our hearts, in every wo,
Still
say, "Thy will be done!"

317.

"As I was with Moses, so I will be with thee."
Joshua i. 5. C. M.

1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;

Why should those eyes be drowned in grief,
Which view a Saviour nigh?

2 Though earthly pastors dwell in dust,
The aged and the young,

The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And mute the instructive tongue ;-
3 The eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart :

His eye still guides us, and His voice
Still animates our heart.

4 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord;
My church shall safe abide;

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For I will ne'er forsake My own,

Whose souls in Me confide."

5 Through every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust;

And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.

318. "And Aaron held his peace." Lev. x. 3. c. M.

1 PEACE! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death;

Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back our breath.

2 'Tis He, the Potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,

Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 Tis He, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;

Yet scatters, with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our covenant God and Father He,
In Christ, our bleeding Lord ;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Silent I own Jehovah's name ;
I kiss Thy chastening hand;
And yield my comforts and my life
To Thy supreme command.

319. "Unto them will I give....a place and a name better

than of sons and of daughters.” Isa. lvi. 5. C. M.

JYE mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead,
Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress

ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and reverence view
A Heavenly Parent nigh.

3 Though, your young branches torn away, Like withered trunks ye stand,

With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touched by the Almighty's hand.