O refresh us!

Travelling thro' this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give and adoration,
For thy Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation

In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found!

3 So, whene'er the signal's given
Us from earth to call away;
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay,
May we ready

Rise, and reign in endless day!

390 C. M. Bath Chapel 26. Brighton 208. Sanctification and Growth, Heb. xiii. 20, 21.

1 NOW may the GoD of peace and love,
Who from th' imprisoning grave

Restor❜d the Shepherd of the sheep,
Omnipotent to save;

2 Thro' the rich merits of that blood
Which he on Calvary spilt,

To make th' eternal cov'nant sure
On which our hopes are built;
3 Perfect our souls in every grace
To accomplish all his will,
And all that's pleasing in his sight
Inspire us to fulfil !

4 For the great Mediator's sake,
We every blessing pray:

With glory let his name be crown'd
Thro' heaven's eternal day!"

391 L. M. Islington 40. Lebanon 79.
The Peace of God shall keep, &c. Phil. iv. 7. !
THE peace which God alone reveals,
And by his word of grace imparts,

Which only the believer feels, de
Direct and keep and cheer our hearts:
2 And may the holy Three in one,
The FATHER, WORD, and COMFORTER,
Pour an abundant blessing down
On-every soul assembled here!

392 8.7. Welsh 210. Jewin Street 222. May the Grace, &c. 2 Cor. xiii. 14.

MAY the grace of CHRIST our Saviour,

And the FATHER's boundless love,

With the HOLY SPIRIT's favour,
Rest upon us from above!

Thus may we abide in union

With each other and the LORD And possess, in sweet communion,

Joys which earth cannot afford.

NEWTON.

The six DoxOLOGIES which followed Hymn 392 are now placed, with several others, at the end of the Hymns; but their old, with their present, numbers are so given in the Index of First Lines, as to prevent any mistake by the Transposition.

MEETING AND PARTING.*

393 (1st P.) S.M. Finsbury 155. Salem New 199. 1 HOW oft we joyful meet,

2

Then separate with pain;

Soon we shall part-no more on earth

Ever to meet again.

O may we meet above,

Our Saviour to adore,

Where we shall know, as we are known,
And then shall part no more.

393 (2d P.) L. M. Claybury 310. Pearce 269.

1

WH

WHILE pilgrims, Lord, we yet remain,
To part, and meet, and part again,
Hymn 254, is on the same subject..

Let prayer and praise our lives employ,
Thy presence still our highest joys
And when our pilgrimage is o'er,
O may v we meet to part no more.
2 Present salvation let us prove,
In God the FATHER'S boundless love,
In God the Son's redeeming grace,
In God the SPIRIT's heavenly peace;
Then, when our pilgrimage is o'er I
We hope to meet and part no morë.

394 L. M. Wareham 117. Finsbury 283.
Dismission; or, a Parting Hymn.

1 COME, Christian brethren, ere we part
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
The closing song of grateful praise.
2 Perhaps we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, releas'd from toil and pain,
Dear brethren, we shall meet again.
3 And now to God, the Three in One,
Be everlasting glory done;

Raise, raise, ye saints, the sound again,
Ye nations, join the loud AMEN. H.K. WHITE.

395 L. M. Mark's 65. New Sabbath 122.

1 ON

Meeting and Parting.

NCE more in peace we meet again,
But call'd to part, we part in pain,
And solemn scenes around us show
We soon shall meet no more below.

2 Then let us meet, and praise, and pray,
And live like Christ from day to day;

Referring to the death of several eminent Ministers, and other Christians; and particularly to the decease of that MAN OF GOD, DR. RYLAND, on May 25th, 1825, in the 73d year of his age.

Within the veil our anchor cast, And hope to meet in heaven at last. 3 There may we not each other miss, But meet and mingle into bliss; And raptur'd endless praise renew TO FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT too. 396 L. M. Eaton 291. Bampton 275.

Parting of Christian Friends.

1 LORD, if we meet on earth no more,
0 may we meet on Canaan's shore ;
Leave sin, and guilt, and death behind,
And every bliss in glory find.

2 But if we longer here remain,
And ever meet on earth again,

May each with growing faith and love
Be fitter for thy courts above.

397 8.7. Northamp. Chapel 126. Tabernacle 239.

The last solemn Parting.

The Believer dying.

1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning hours below;

Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!

2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Shows the purchase of his merit,

Reaches out the crown of love.
3 Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer's breast;
Now he gives thee full salvation,
Grants thee everlasting rest!
4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear the last, the final pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

First sung at the close of the Baptist Missionary Meeting in London, at White Row, 1817,

THE WORLD.

98 L.M. Portugal 97. Green's Hundred 89.

The Vanity of earthly Things.

1 WHAT are possessions, fame, and power,
The boasted splendour of the great?
What gold, which dazzled eyes adore,
And seek with endless toils and sweat?
2 Express their charms, declare their use,
That we their merit may descry;
Tell us what good they can produce,
Or what important wants supply.
3 If, wounded with a sense of sin,
To them for pardon we should pray,pod
Will they restore our peace within,
And wash our guilty stains away?
4 Can they celestial life inspire,
Nature with power divine renew,
With pure and sacred transports fire
Our bosom, and our lusts subdue?

5 When with the pangs of death we strive,
And yield all comforts here for lost,
Will they support us? will they give
Kind succour,

when we need it most? 6 When at th' Almighty's awful bar, To hear our final doom we stand, Can they incline the Judge to spare, Or wrest the vengeance from his hand? 7 Can they protect us from despair, From the dark reign of death and hell, Crown us with bliss, and throne us where The just, in joys immortal, dwell? 8 Sinners, your idols we despise, If these reliefs they cannot grant ; Why should we such delusions. prize, And pine in everlasting want? BLACK MORE.