3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.
Walking with God.

1 SINCE I've known a Saviour's name, And sin's strong fetters broke, Careful without care I am,

Nor feel my easy yoke:
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,

All the work I do below
Is light, for such a Lord.

2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsum'd in fire.

3 0 that all the world might know
Of living, Lord, to thee,
Find their heaven begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepar'd
By thee to exercise their
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.

grace,

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HYMN 186

Heaven seen by Faith.

(L. M.)

1 AS, when the weary trav❜ller gains
The height of some commanding hill,
His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still.
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;

Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.

"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16.

I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin;
Temptation without, and corruption within:
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.
3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;

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While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

XI. DEATH.

HYMN 188.

Job xiv. 1, 2.5, 6.

(c. M.)

1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo,
0 man, of woman born!

Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
"To dust thou shalt return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;

The number'd hour is on the wing
That lays thee with the dead.

4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,

That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.

1 HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound Mine ears attend the cry;

"Ye living men, come view the ground
"Where you must shortly lie.

2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your tow'rs;

"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace
To raise our souls to thee,

That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.

HYMN 190.

Job xiv. 11-14.

1 THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main,

Can ne'er recall its waters lost
From that abyss again:

2 So days, and years, and time,
Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light:

3 And man, when in the grave,
Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.

4 O, may I find in death

A hiding-place with God,

Secure from wo and sin; till call'd
To share his bless'd abode!

5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,
Through toil, and care, and grief,
Till my appointed course is run,
And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!

(s. M.)

What is this absorbs me quite-
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!
Ŏ death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.

HYMN 192.

(C. M.)

1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face;
O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,
Who does her sins lament,

That faith in Christ's atoning blood
Shall endless wo prevent..

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,

Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN 193.

1 AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips

(s. M.)

Shall this dread sentence sound; And through the numerous guilty throng Spread black despair around?

3 "Depart from me, accurs'd, "To everlasting flame,

"For rebel angels first prepar'd, "Where mercy never came.

4 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day:

When earth and heaven before his face
Astonish'd shrink away?