* IIark! bark! to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, fioin every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the star of Bethleheni. 3 Once on the raging seas ) ruile,

The storn, was loud, -the night was daik, The ocean yawn',-and rudely blow'

The wind that toss'd my foundering bark 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to slcm; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem.
5 It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark foreboding's cease;
And througl the storna and dangersthrall,

It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moordh-my perils o'er,

l'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for ever more,

The star!-the star of Bethlehem!

MORNING STAR.

L. M. 162.

The Morning Star. 10 THOU, whose beams serenely bright, And pour a flood of purest light,

vi hcre now the shades of midnight roll: Ah! why so long should horror shroud

This mourning breast with deep despair? Break through the dark and envious cloud,

Arise, arise, O Morning star. 2 Through a long night of griefs and fears,

With gloom and sorrow compassid round 1 drop my uncomplaining tear's,

Nor yet the radiant dawn have found; Still towards the chambers of the day, With eyes intent, expecting there,

1 YE

With patient hope, thy promis'd ray,

I long for thee, sweet Morning star, 3 Increasing clouds announce thee nigh,

Slumber my weary eyes invades; Death spreads his horrors o'er the sky,

And thickens all the gather'd shades.
I yield, I bow my drooping head,

Resign, at length, my anxious care
I sink awhile among the dead,
To wake and hail my Morning star.

L. M. 163.

• Bright and morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16
E worlds of light, that roll so near

The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
Otell, how mean your glories are,

How faint and few, compar'd with his! 2 We sing the bright and morning Star,

Jesus, the spring of light and love:
S-e, how its rays, diffus'd from far,

Conduct us to the realms above!
3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,

Point out the puzzled Christian's way:
Still, as he goes, he finds the road

Enlighten’d with a constant day.
^ [Thus when the Eastern magi brought

Their royal gifts, a star appears;
Directs them to the babe they sought,

And guides their steps, and calms their fears 5 When shall we reach the heavenly place

Where this bright Star shall brightest shine!
Leave far behind these scenes of night,
And view a lustre so divine?

ROCK OF AGES.

P. M. 164, • Rock smitten; or the Rock of Ages, Isaiak.

xxvi. 4. 1 R OCK of Ages, shelter me! Let me hide myself in thee!

Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labour of my hands

Can fulfil thy law's deinands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone:

Thou must save, and thou alone. > Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy cross 1 cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace:
Foul, I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, shelter me!
Let me hide myself in thee!

FRIEND.

165.

P. M.

Prov. xviii. 24. 1 ONE there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love, beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends to save us,

Could or would have shed his blood? But this Saviour died to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God.
3 When he liv'd on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We alas! forget too often,

What a Friend we have above.

166

L. M. 1 POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am,

I have a rich almighty friends Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,

He freely loves, and without end.
2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood;

And, by his power, my foes controll’d:
He found me wandering far from God,

And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 But, ah! my iumost spirit mourns;

And well my eyes with tears may swim,
To think of my perverse returns:-

I've been a faithless friend to him. 4 Often my gracious friend I grieve,

Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
And often Satan's lies believe

Sooner than all my friend can say.
5 Sure, were I not most vile and basc,

I could not thus my friend requite!
And were not he the God of grace,
He'd frown and spurn me from his sight.

REFUGE.

167.

P. M.
1
JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me ro!),

While the tempest still is high;
Hide ine, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,

Oh, receive my soul at last!

9 Other refuge have I none,

Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,

Lest I basely shrink and flee
Thou art all my trust and aid,

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing! S Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

Boundless love in thee I find: Kaise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace. į Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee. Reign, O Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity.

PHYSICIAN.

L. M. 168.

Physician of Souls, Jer. viii. 22. 1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made;

Where shall the sinner find a cure! In vain, alas! in nature's afd;

The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns

With fatal strength in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,

And spreads its poison to the heart.
s And can no sovereign balm be found?

And is no kind Physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?