To form a life, whose holy springs

Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God;

His God in secret sees.
Let earth be all in arms abroad,

He dwells in heav'nly peacc. * His pleasures rise from things unseen,

Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been,

Nor thoughts of mortals climb, 5 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill,

To meet that glorious day,
When Christ his promise shall fulfill

And call his soul away.

2

370. (268.) S. M.
1 WHEN gloomy thoughts and fears

The trembling heart invade,
And all the face of nature wears

A universal shade:
Religion can assuage

The tempest of the soul ;
And ev'ry fear shall lose its rage

At her divine control.
Through life's bewilderd way,

Her hand unerring leads;
And o’er the path her heav'nly ray

A cheering lustre sheds.
When reason, tir'd and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid;
Thou blest supporter of the minya

Flow pow'rful is thine aid !
O let me feel thy pow'r,

And find thy sweet relief,
To brighten ev'ry gloomy hous,
And soften ev'ry grief.

1

(270.) L. M. 371. The glorious prospects of faith, THERE is a glorious

world on high, Resplendent with eternal day; Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,

While God's own word reveals the way g T'here shall the fav'rites of the Lord

With never-fading lustre shine.
Surprising honour! vast reward!

Conferr'd on man by love divine,
s How blest are those, how truly wise,

Who learn and keep the sacred road!
Happy the men, whom heav'n employe

To turn rebellious hearts to God;
To win them from the fatal way

Where erring folly thoughtless rovess
And that blest righteousness display,

Which Jesus taught and God approyer, The shining firmament shall fade,

And sparkling stars resign their light. But these shall know nor change nor shade,

For ever fair, for ever bright, 6 On wings of faith and strong desire,

O may our spirits daily rise; And reach at last the shining choir,

In the bright mansions of the skies!

372. (304.) C. M.
· HAPPY the man, whose wishes climb

To mansions in the skies!
He looks on all the joys of time

With undesiring eyes. % In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms,

And throws her silken chain;
And wealth and fame invite his arms,
And tempt his ear in vain.

3 He knows, that all these glittring things

Must yield to sure decay;.
And sees on time's extended wings

How swift they flee away!
4 To things unseen by mortal eyes,

A beam of sacred light
Directs his view; his prospects rise

All permanent and bright.
5 His hopes are fix'd on joys to come:

Those blissful scenes on high Shall ftourish in immortal bloom,

When time and nature die.

2. COMMUNION WITH CHRIST, AND LOVE TO HIM.

C. M. 373.

Christ precious. 1 Pet. jis 7.
1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.
3 By him, my pray’rs acceptance gain,

Although with sin defil'd;
Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child.
4 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,

I'll praise thee as I ought.
Till then, I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Rzfresh my soul io death.

1

P. M. 374.

Sitting at Jesus' feet. SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying Friend: 3 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death. 8 Truly blessed is this station

Low before his cross I'll lie; While I see divine compassion

Floating in his languid eye; * Here I'll sit-forever viewing

Mercy streaming in his blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God

375.

C. M. 'FAR from

the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still

His most successful war:
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,

With pray’r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,

For those who follow thee.
3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,

And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love,

She does commune with God!
$ There, like the nightingale, she pours

Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human pruise.

C. M. 376.

Evening twilight 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day

In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,
And all His promises to plead,

Where none but God can hear, $ I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast

On him whom I adore.
4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests drivin.
5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,

May its departing ray,
Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

P. M. 377..

•For closer Communion with God. P. xxiil I THOU Shepherd of Israel divine,

The joy and desire of my heart,
For closer communion I pine,

I long to reside where thou art:
The pasture I languish to find,

Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
Are fed, on thy bosom reclin'd,

And screen'd from the heat of the day. 2 Ah! show me that happiest place,

The place of thy people's abode, Where saints in an ecstasy gaze, And hang on a crucified Godly