140

2 Timothy i, 12. (c. M.)

1 WHEN I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies;

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all!

4 There I shall bathe my troubled soul In seas of heav'nly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

141

Psalm lxxii, 19. (P. M.)

1 WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love;
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above:

He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with his blood,

From everlasting woe:

And now he lives, and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new creating pow'r

Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
4 Almighty God, to thee

Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,

And the mysterious One:

Where reason fails with all her pow'rs, There faith prevails and love adores !

142

John xiv, 6. (L. M.)

1 JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,
He, whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,

I'll

go; for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not,
My grief and burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

4 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am:

My sinful self to thee I give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

143

Psalm lxxvii, 19. (c. M.)

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

3 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

4 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

144

Philippians iii, 10. (7's.)

1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's pow'r,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd:
O the wormwood and the gall,
O the pangs his soul sustain'd:
Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss,
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb,
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete ;
"It is finished," hear him cry,
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

145

Isaiah xxii, 2. (C. M.)

1 HE, who on earth, as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now seated on the eternal throne,
The Lord of glory reigns.

2 His righteousness to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms;
Affords a hiding place and shield
From enemies and storms.

3 This land through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace from him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.

4 How glorious he! how happy they,
In such a glorious friend;

Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

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Psalm cxix, 130. (c. M.)

1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to light;

Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to ev'ry age,
It gives, but borrows none.

3 The God who gave it, still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heav'nly day.