4 Farewell! and God speed thee, glad tidings to

bear,

To the desolate isles, in their night of despair;
On the sea on the shore, the promises tell,
His wings shall enfold thee-farewell, oh, fare-
well!

5 Farewell! but in spirit we often shall meet,
(Tho' the ocean divide us) at one mercy-seat;
And above, ne'er to part, but forever to dwell
With the Master in glory-till then, oh, farewell!

HYMN 189. L. M.

AREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone,

FAREWELL de ortay with you;

I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better country view,

Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends, farewell.

2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;
I leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.

3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound in cords of love;
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That soon we all shall meet above.

4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,

You've struggled long and hard for heaven,

You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown shall soon be given. Fight on, fight on, fight on,

The crown shall soon be given.

5 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too,
It grieves my heart to leave you here;
Eternal vengeance waits for you;
O turn, and find salvation near.
O turn, O turn, O turn,
And find salvation near.

Parting Friend. HYMN 190.

WHEN

HEN shall we all meet again?
When shall we all meet again?

Oft shall glowing hope expire,
Oft shall wearied love retire;

Oft shall death and sorrow reign,
Ere we all shall meet again.

2 Tho' in distant lands we sigh,
Parch'd beneath the burning sky;
Tho' the deep between us rolls
Friendship shall unite our souls,
And in heaven's wide domain,
There shall we all meet again.

3 When the dreams of life are fled,
When its wasted lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid;
Where immortal spirits reign,
There may we all meet again.

Kirkland. HYMN 191. C. M.

AIL, sweetest dearest tie that binds

Hour glowing hearts in one:

Hail! sacred hope that tunes our minds,
To joys before unknown.

CHORUS.

It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has given:
The hope when days and years are past,

We all shall meet in heaven.

2 What though the northern winter blast,
May howl around thy cot;
What though beneath a southern sun
Be cast thy distant lot.

CHORUS.

For there we share the blissful hope, &c. 3 From Burmah's shore, from Africa's strand, From India's burning plain;

From Europe and Columbia's land,
We hope to meet again.

Chorus.

4 Nor ling'ring look, nor parting sigh,
Our future home shall know;

There love shall beam from every eye,
And hope immortal grow.

Oh sacred hope, oh blissful hope, &c.

Long, long ago. HYMN 192.

THINK

"Think thou of me."

HINK of me when at the altar of prayer;
Think thou of me-think thou of me.

When at the mercy seat-think of me there-
Think thou of me-pray for me.

Pray that with courage I onward may go,
Spreading the news of salvation below,
Plucking poor rebels from sin and from wo;
Think thou of me-pray for me.

2 And at the call of the church going bell,

Think thou of me-think thou of me:Think of the place where the holy shall dwell: Think thou of me-pray for mePray that with all of the rapturous throng, Who on Mount Zion repeat their glad song, I may at last to the Saviour belong;

Think thou of me-pray for me.

3 When the bright morn with her glory comes in,
Think thou of me-think thou of me.
Pray that my soul may be kept from all sin:
Think thou of me-pray for me-
Pray that through life I may walk in his love,
Who to redeem me came down from above;
Pray that the world his salvation may prove.
Think thou of me-pray for me.

4 When quiet eve throws around thee her shade: Think thou of me-think thou of me:

Think of the friendly requests I have made;
Think thou of me-pray for me—
Pray that when life and its sorrows are o'er,

We

may both meet on a happier shore; When we meet there we shall never part more; Think thou of me-pray for me.

5 When you may hear of my fast failing breath, Think of me then-pray for me then.

Pray that the Lord may be with me in death; Think of me then-pray for me.

Pray that with joy I may finish my race; Triumph at last in the strength of his grace; Rise up to heaven in raptures of praise:

Think of me then-think of me.

B. & H.

FOR CHRISTMAS.

HYMN 193. L. M.

HAIL happy day! when Christ, the Son,

His pilgrimage on earth begun,

This world of ours made his abode, The dwelling place of man and God. 2 How happy were the shepherd swains Who heard the high angelic strains; And greatly wondering, learnt from them That Christ was born in Bethlehem. 3 Happy the men whose heavenward eye Beheld the star new-lit on high; And hasted, with unweary feet, David's immortal son to greet.

4 O! happy she, the virgin fair,

Who nursed him with a mother's care;
And, pondering o'er the mystery, press'd
Her son-her Saviour-to her breast.

5 But happier we-himself has shown-
Who see him now by faith alone: