6 Christ alone, whose merit saves us, Taught by him we'll own his name, Sweetest of all names is Jesus,

How it doth our souls inflame !
Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Give him glory, he will keep,
He will clear your way before you,
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep-

HYMN 94.-H. M.

The Fountain of Life.

AIL, everlasting Springs !

Thy streams of salvation bring,
The waters never fail :

Still they endure, and still they flow,
For all our woe a sov'reign cure.

2 Blest be His wounded sides, And blest his bleeding heart, Who all in anguish died,

Such favours to impart,

His sacred blood shall make us clean
From ev,ry sin-and fit for God.

3 To that dear source of love

Our souls this day would come :

And thither from above,

Lord, call the nations home;

That Jew and Greek with rapt'rous songs On all their tongues, thy praise may speak.

HYMN 95.-L. M.

The afflicted Saint.

AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near

The Saviour's gracious promise hear:
His faithful word declares to thee,
That As thy day thy strength shall be.

2 Let not thy heart desponding say,
How shall I stand the trying day;
He has declared by firm decree,
That As thy day thy strength shall be.

3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong,
And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;
Still As thy day thy strength shall be.

4 If persecution rage and flame,

Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou shall see,

That As thy day thy strength shall be.

5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, Of sore affliction, pain and loss;

In deep distress and poverty.

Still as thy day thy strength shall be.

When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue;
He co'mes to set thy spirit free,
And As thy day thy strength shall be.

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HYMN 96.-P. M.

LORY to God that I have found the pearl of my salvation;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, up to the heavenly station; And I'm resolved to follow on, and never to forsake him,

I'll always keep the narrow way, till I do overtake him.

2 Fear not, says Christ, ye little flock, beirs of immortal glory,

You'r built upon the surest rock, the kingdom lies before you;

Fight on,

fight on, ye heirs of bliss, and tell the pleasing story,

I'm always with my little flock, and I'll

bring them home to glory.

HYMN 97.-P. M.

The Bower of Prayer.

To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part,

And go from my home, affects not my heart,

Like the thought of abstaining myself for a day

From that blest retreat, I have chosen

to pray;

I have chosen to pray.

2 Dear bower where the pine and the poplar leaves spread,

And woven their branches a roof o'er my head;

How oft have I knelt on the ever-green there,

And poured out my soul to my Saviour in prayer;

To my Saviour in prayer.

3 The early shrill notes of a lov'd nightingale

That dwelt in the bower, I observ'd as my bell;

It called me to duty while birds in the air;

Sung anthems of praises as I went to

prayer;

As I went to prayer.

4 How sweet were the zephyrs, perfum'd by the pine,

The ivy, the balsam and the wild eglantine;

But sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer;

In answer to prayer.

5 For Jesus my Saviour oft deigned to meet,

And blest with his presence my humble retreat;

Oft filled me with raptures and blessedness there,

Inditing in heaven's own language my prayer;

Own language my prayer.

6 Dear bower I must leave you and bid you adieu,

And pay my devotions in parts that are

new,

Well knowing my Saviour resides every where,

And can in all places give answer to

prayer;

Give answer to prayer.