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praise tho is meet; - Let songs of re - joicing-un - ceasing-ly rise, To join the full
o chorus that gladdens the skies, To join the full cho-rusthat gladdens the skies.
- - with us wher - ever we go, And mer-cy is with us wher-e-ver we go, - - - HYMN 480. " - To Thee, O my Saviour, to Thee will I cling, - For Thou art my Lord, my Redeemer and King: - * - And feeling Thy blessing, my spirit shall know,
Thy mercy is with me wherever I go.
- Farewell to the anguish of doubt and despair,
And welcome the rapture of praise and of prayer,
Since, meekly confiding, in faith I rejoice,
To hear the sweet tones of Thy comforting voice.
Around me there shineth the heavenly ray
- Which scattereth clouds and their shadows away,
And melteth my soul in devotional glow,
- For mercy is with me wherever I go.
- Farewell to the pleasures which time can afford, -
Since Thou art my glory, my Saviour and Lord;
- Nor fear I the darkness of death and the tomb,
Since Thou art my Light in the midst of the gloom.
Before me there gloweth, around and above,
The pledges of favour, the tokens of love;
And gratitude teacheth my spirit to know,
Thy mercy is with me wherever I go.
| Though troubles as - sail me, and dangers surround; Though thorns in my
| pathway may ever be found; Still let me not fear, for thou ever wilt be My
Though troubles assail me, and dangers surround,
Though thorns in my pathway may ever be found,
Still let me not fear, for Thou ever wilt be,
My God and my Guide while I lean upon Thee.
The sweet buds of promise may fade ere they bloom,
The hopes which are earth-born, lie low in the tomb;
And though my life's pathway seem weary to me,
I shall gather new strength as I lean upon Thee.
Though bound to the world by the heart's dearest ties,
Though earth's fairest scenes are outspread to my eyes,
O never, my Father permit me to be
Found trusting to reeds,-let me lean upon Thee.
- In all my afflictions, O let me still feel,
That Thou, who hast smitten, wilt graciously heal;
And let thy rich promise my Comforter be,
While trusting in mercy I lean upon Thee. -
And in the last hour, when my spirit may stay
No longer on earth, but is summoned away,+
Amid those bright scenes, which no mortal may see,
Let me joy in Thy love, as I lean upon Thee.
O why should the hearts of believers be sad,
Or religion be clothed in the vestments of gloom 3
In heaven above there are none but the glad,
And we are their kindred, and heaven's our home.
Mourn we for the dead—for the dearly loved dead—
Who've left us, (how early ) to linger behind 7
They live in our Saviour, our own living Head,
And in him, once more, we with them shall be joined.
Weep we for the living—the cruel, the vain,
The proud and self-righteous, who scoff at our faith ?
All-powerful Love even them will reclaim—
Unbelief will be lost in the life beyond death.
The ends of the earth—all the offspring of God—
Shall with us be saved, and Jehovah adore;—
All suffering shall cease, sin and death be destroyed—
O what can the souls of believers ask more 1
Then rend from religion the drapery of gloom,
And banish forever all doubt and despair; or
Let Faith, Hope and Love every moment illume,
And good-will to man be the heart's constant prayer.
By the light of the gospel, earth's valley of tears
Is arched o'er with rainbows that smile as they weep;
And evil's dark cloud fades in skies that it clears,
Till death, even death's but a child's peaceful sleep.
Then, oh let believers, o'er fast-flitting hours,
Spread the bliss that our faith and our duty adorns,
Till Time, growing hopeless of reaping life's flowers,
Shall take from us only its sorrows and thorns ! A. B. G.
O come to Mount Zion, the mount of the Lord!
Come breathe of the odour of Sharon's bright rose,
Where olives and vines spread their branches abroad,
And hallow its beauty with peace and repose.
Come ye who are thirsty, and drink of the fount :
Come worship in beauty of holiness here;
Jehovah of nations is King of the mount
Come yield him the heart in devotional fear.
The Lamb of the pasture, whose blood hath made white
The robes of all nations beneath the broad skies,
Shall lead you to waters of life and delight,
And God shall wipe softly the tears from all eyes.
Ye who are an-hungered, in thankfulness come,
And freely partake of the life-giving bread;
In mansions of mercy there ever is room,
And ever the feast is abundantly spread.
O come to Mount Zion, the holy of God! -
And sing the new song of salvation and praise ;
Come walk in the pathway our Saviour hath trod,
And follow in meekness the least of his ways. S. C. E.
sad and op--press'd, Come, learn of your Sa-viour, and ye shall find rest.
Ye heart-stricken sons and ye daughters of woe,
For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow;
Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite;—
His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. -
And ye that have sinned and have wandered astray,
Come, walk in “the light, and the truth, and the way;”
Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart;
For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart.
midnight, when moon - light's pale beam Shone bright on thy wa-ters, would
stray, And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
How damp were the vapors that fell on his head
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed
The angels, astonished, beheld the sad sight,
And watched o'er the Saviour with solemn delight.
O why should we mourn, when the summons of death
Requires the frail mortal to yield up his breath 3
O why, when our loved ones are called to depart,
Say why, then, should sorrow oppress the lone heart 3
And why, when we view the pale corse of our friend,
Should sorrow oppress us, our bosoms to rend;
When we feel, when we know that a meeting above,
Shall be ours in the mansions of Infinite love 3
Nay, should we not rather be glad of decay,
Since earth and its pleasures are passing away ?
When true hearts have withered, and fond ones have flown,
O who would inhabit this bleak world alone !