None to check the feet of strangers,
Which defile her holy place?
None to pity,

And wipe off her deep disgrace?
4 Yes, the Lord will reassemble
Zion's sons, though far dispers'd;
Then shall her oppressors tremble,
When her sentence is revers'd;
God will make her

Glorious as she was at first..

5 Look on Zion, Lord, and save her
Now from the devouring sword;
Now to thy accustom'd favour
Let her children be restor'd,
And obey thee

As their kind and rightful Lord.

HYMN 169.

(C. M.),

Intercession for the Jews.

1 O HOW is Zion's glory gone
And vengeance, like a flood,

Hath quench'd her power, and not a stone
Marks where her temple stood.

2 How are thy streets, Jerusalem,
By careless strangers trod!
And crush'd thy once proud diadem
Before the wrath of God!

3 How are thy friendless exiles sent
Through distant lands to roam !
Yet in each place of banishment
They cannot find a home.

4 O Lord, look down with pitying eye Upon thine ancient race;

And bring thy promis'd mercy nigh,
And show thy saving grace.

5 Remove the veil that long hath hid
The Saviour from their sight;
Conquer their prejudice, and bid
Their darkness turn to light.

6 O bring thy scatter'd sheep again,
And feed them as of old;

Let Christ o'er all his people reign,
One Shepherd, and one fold.

1 YE that through this vale of tears Long in doubt and darkness roam, See what heavenly light appears Beaming to conduct you home.

2 Cast your idols now aside,

Earth's vain trifles prize no more; Follow your celestial Guide

To a fairer, happier shore.

3 O might that bright day appear,
When the children of the Lord,
From all nations far and near,
Seek his face with one accord!

4 When the happy pilgrim-band,
Ransom'd and secur'd from ill,
Journeying to the promis'd land,
Ask the way to Zion's hill.

5 Come, say they, let us unite

In a covenant firm and sure,
On our Lord's behalf to fight,
In his service to endure.

6 Long expected day, arise,
Now thy glorious course begin;
Warm our hearts, and cheer our eyes,
Break the power of death and sin.
7 Let faith's standard be unfurl'd,
Let thy will, O Lord, be done ;
And through all this lower world
Spread the kingdom of thy Son,

SECTION XII.

SICKNESS AND AFFLICTION.

HYMN 171. (L. M.)

God in wrath remembers mercy.—Lam. iii. 39.
1 WHY should a living man complain,
A man when punish'd for his sin?
What though without be want and pain,
Fear and anxiety within;

2 Had justice in its even course,

Uncheck'd by mercy, dealt the blow,
O how could we endure its force,
How dwell in everlasting woe?

3 That we should breathe this vital air,

That we should tread this verdant earth, Are tokens of a Parent's care,

Whose goodness far exceeds our worth.

4 O teach us, Lord, thy hand to own,
That blesses and preserves us still;
And keeps far off, through grace alone,
The dark extremity of ill.

5 And when the storms of anguish lower,
And all seems dreary and forlorn ;
O sanctify the trying hour,

And make it good for us to mourn.

HYMN 172.

(6-8's.)

"Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth."-Heb. xii. 6.

1 AUTHOR of life, whose sovereign will Each comfort gives, or takes away, Teach me to own thy goodness still, Though clouds obscure life's doubtful day; And, though thou slay me, I will bless Thy name, and trust thy faithfulness. 2 The smart of thy correcting rod

Seems hard for our weak frame to bear, But when I trace the hand of God, Why should I murmur or despair? Thy presence mitigates the blow, And lightens every load of woe. 3 Thy love, relieving my distress, Assures me I am still preserv'd By mercy, and endure far less

Than my transgressions have deserv'd; And why should sinful dust complain, When Christ has borne severer pain? 4 O Thou, who hast vouchsaf'd to be A sufferer in this vale of tears, With thine own patience strengthen me, Silence my doubts, dispel my fears; And in the way Thyself hast trod, Prepare my soul to meet its God.