2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 « Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end.' 510.

S. M. CHRISTIAN PSALM.ST.
The Way of God with the Spirit.
1 'Tis God the spirit leads

In paths before unknown:
The work to be performed is ours;

The strength is all his own.
2 Assisted by his grace,

We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize,

Secure in endless day.
3 'Tis he that works to will;

'Tis he that works to do;
His is the power by which we act,

His be the glory too. 511.

Foretaste of Heaven.
1 What must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns
Since the sweet earnest of his love

O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
No heart can think, no tongue explain,

What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light
And all his works of grace explore !

CHRISTIAN PSALN

What heights and depths of love divine

Will there through endless ages shine' 3 This is the heaven I long to know;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,

I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

DODDRIDGI

.512.

C. M.
Jesus precious to them that believe.
1 Jesus, I love thy charming name;

'Tis music to my ear ;
Fain would I sound it out so loud

That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish

In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,

No friendship half so sweet.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

And shed its fragrance there, -
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name

With my expiring breath,
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
* The antidote of death.

513.

C. M.

The Hope of Heaven.
1. WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all !
3 There shall I bathe my weary sou.

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY. 514.

C. M.

Warts
“From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God"
1 Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast.

And our eternal home;
2 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same.
3 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.
4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

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515.

L. M.

COWPER.
The Providence of Life.
1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand

Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,

No heart shall break that sighs for more! 2 Thy providence supplies my food,

And ’ is thy blessing makes it good:
My soul is nourished by thy word;

Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3 My streams of outward comfort came

From him who built this earthly frame
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,

By whom my soul forever lives.
4 Either his hand preserves from pain,

Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From strife and sorrow shields my breast
Or overrules them for the best.

516.

75. M. 61.

BOWLING.
The Pilgrimage of Life.
1 LEAD us with thy gentle sway,

As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our forward way,

As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Who with prayers and helps divine

Seeks a consecrated shrine.
2 We are pilgrims, and our goal

Is that distant land whose bourn
Is the haven of the soul ;

Where the mourners cease to mourn,
Where the Saviour's hand will dry
Every tear from every eye.

3 Lead us thither! thou dost know

All the way; but wanderers we
Often miss our path below,

And stretch out our hands to thee;
Guide us,--save us, - and prepare
Our appointed mansion there!

517.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY
Looking for another country, that is an heavenly."
1 While through this changing world we roam,

From infancy to age,
Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.
2 Thither his raptured thought ascends,

Eternal joys to share;
There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in prayer.
3 Oh! there may we our treasure place,

There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

4 Henceforth our conversation be

With Christ before the throne;
Ere long, we eye to eye shall see,

And know as we are known.

518.

L. M.

NODDRIDGR.
Redeeming the Time.
1 God of eternity! from thee

Did infant time its being draw;
Moments and days, and months, and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law.