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Though rocks and quicksand's deep
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ shall safely keep,

And guide me with his eye:

How can I sink with such a prop,
That bears the world and all things up!

By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast!

O may I reach the heavenly shore,

Where winds and waves distress no more.

Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And all my storms subside;
Then to my succor fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, heavenly wind, and blow
A prosp❜rous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,

To heav'n, my destin'd place:

Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,

And leave the world and sin behind!

Hymn 170.

Sabbatic Year.

7's.

Lev. xxv. 1—17.

1 GOD of sabbath, Israel's Lord,
Thee we'll praise with one accord:
Hear our humble, earnest pray'r,
Haste the great sabbatic year.

2 Now thy glory to us show,
Give a taste of heav'n below;
Lord, to thee we bow in pray'r,
Haste the great sabbatic year.

3 Now the captive sinners free, Now declare thy Jubilee ; Now accomplish this our pray❜r, Haste the great sabbatic year. 4 Now the senseless sinner wound, Let the strong man, arm'd, be bound: Spread thy gospel, hear our pray❜r; Haste the great sabbatic year. 5 Now thy word with pow'r endue, Let it wound and quicken too; Make them fly to thee in pray'r; Haste the great sabbatic year. 6 Now let the thoughtless souls awake, All their follies now forsake : Answer, Lord, our daily pray'r, Haste the great sabbatic year, 7 Bring the joyful sabbath on, Let the gospel tidings run; Then in ceaseless praise we'll sing, Hallelujah to our King,

Hymn 171. L. M.

Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.

1 THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 O long-expected day, begin-
Dawn on these realms of wo and sin,
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death to rest with God.

Hymn 172. L. M.

Liberality the Beneficence of Christ for our Im2 itation. Acts x. 38.

1 WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were his works from day to day,
But miracles of power and grace,
That spread salvation through our race?
2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view,
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done,
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank!

4 But he, who marks from day to day,
In gen'rous acts, his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

Hymn 173.

L. P. M. double.

Christ the Good Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherds care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,

To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring steps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still: Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around.

Hymn 174.

C. M.

Prodigal's Return.

Luke xv. 20-30.

1 WHEN to his Father's fond embrace
The prodigal return'd,

The tears bedew'd his aged face;
With love his bosom burn'd. ·

2 He kiss'd him with a father's love,
Though he such crimes had done;
Reprov'd the sin that made him rove,
Yet own'd him for his son.

3 For him the fatted calf they slew,
The father's grace to prove :
While on the rebel's hand we view
The tokens of his love.

4 With a bright robe my son array,
For 'tis my royal will;

Make no excuse-without delay,
For he's a fav'rite still.

Hymn 175. L. M.

Noah Preserved in the Ark, and the Believer in
Christ. 1 Pet. iii. 20, 21.

1 THE deluge, at th' Almighty's call;
In what impetuous streams it fell!
Swallow'd the mountains in its rage,
And swept a guilty world to hell.
2 In vain the tallest sons of pride
Fled from the close pursuing wave;
Nor could their mightiest towers defend,
Nor swiftness 'scape, nor courage save.
3 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar,
How shrill the universal cry

Of millions in the last despair,
Re-echo'd from the lowering sky!
4 Yet Noah, humble happy saint,
Surrounded with the chosen few,
Sat in his Ark, secure from fear,

And sang the grace that steer'd him through. 5 So may I sing in Jesus safe,

While storms of vengeance round me fall,
Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd,
Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.
6 Enter thine Ark, while patience waits,
Nor ever quit that sure retreat :

Then the wide flood, which buries earth,
Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

7 Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen;
There not a wave of trouble rolls;
But the bright rainbow round the throne,
Seals endless life to all their souls.

Hymn 176. L. M.

The Syro-Phenecian Woman. Mat. xv. 26, 27. 1 ALL-CONQUERING faith! how high it rose! When heav'n itself might seem t' oppose!