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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;

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,-

EDGARTON.

HYMN 482.

O why should the hearts of believers be sad,

Or religion be clothed in the vestments of gloom?
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?
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!

Then rend from religion the drapery of gloom,
And banish forever all doubt and despair;
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!

HYMN 483.

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!

A. B. G.

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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.
Now thanks be to him who hath given us light,
The way of the Christian is easy and bright;
And humbly when touched by the chastening rod,
He bows to the will of his Father and God.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word;
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
Ye who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
In every condition-in sickness and health,
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, so thy succour shall be.
He who on the Saviour hath leaned for repose,

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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 garden of Olives, thou dear, honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow-the triumph of love!
O come and behold him! come bow at his feet!
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet!
Let joyful hosannas unceasingly rise,

To join the full chorus that gladdens the skies!

HYMN 487.

O why should we mourn, when the summons of death
Requires the frail mortal to yield up his breath?
O why, when our loved ones are called to depart,
Say why, then, should sorrow oppress the lone heart?
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,