The heavenly virtue they display,
Which Jesus taught, and God approves.

4 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.

5 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.

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Power of Faith.

TURNER

1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;
It yields support in all our toils
And softens all our cares.

2 The wounded conscience knows its

The healing balm to give ;

power

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

3 Unveiling wide the heavenly world,
Where endless pleasures reign,

It bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

4 There, still unshaken, would we rest,
Till this frail body dies,

And then, on faith's triumphant wing,
To endless glory rise.

Faith the Source of Triumph.

1 O, FOR an overcoming faith,

To cheer my dying hour,

To triumph o'er the monster, Death,
And all his frightful power.

WATTS.

2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quivering lips would sing,

Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?
O Death where is thy sting?

3 Pardon and life, how dear each word!
God life and pardon sends,
And, by our dying, rising Lord,
Insures to all his friends.

4 All glory be to God on high,
And endless thanks be paid,

Who makes us conquerors though we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.

Faith without Works is dead.

1 AS body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing,
If not of righteous deeds the spring.
2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee,
Than lifted eye or bended knee.

DRUMMOND.

3 In true and heaven-born faith, we trace
The source of every Christian grace;
Within the pious heart it plays,
A living fount of joy and praise.
4 Kind deeds of peace and love betray

Where'er the stream has found its way;
But where these spring not rich and fair,
The stream has never wandered there.

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Faith in Joys unseen.

STEELE.

1 O, COULD our thoughts and wishes fly,

Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim ;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 O, then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

1 WHEN human hopes and joys depart, I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;

And on my weary spirit steal

The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.

2 I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that He who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.

3 I gaze upon the opening flower,

Just moistened with the evening shower;
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.

4 I think, whene'er this mortal frame
Returns again to whence it came,
My soul shall wing its happy flight
To regions of eternal light.

Roscoe.

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Help thou mine Unbelief.

BULFINCH.

1 FATHER, when o'er our trembling hearts
Doubt's shadows gathering brood,
When faith in thee almost departs,
And gloomiest fears intrude,
Forsake us not, O God of grace,
But send those fears relief;
Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief.

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now for ever fled;

When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf,

Lord, to thy truths still let us cling;
Help thou our unbelief.

3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,

Nor love nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain ;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief;

And, if a trembling doubt arise,
Help thou our unbelief.

1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires:

O, could I say, The Lord is mine!
'T is all my soul desires.

2 Thy smile can give me real joy,
Unmingled and refined,

STEELE.

Substantial bliss without alloy,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Thy smile can gild the shade of woe,
Bid stormy troubles cease,

And spread the dawn of heaven below,
And sweeten pain to peace.

4 My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord,
Assure me of thy love;

O, speak the kind, transporting word,
And bid my fears remove :

5 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
And triumph in my God,

Till heavenly rapture tune my voice
To sound thy praise abroad.

1 BORNE o'er the ocean's stormy wave,
The beacon's light appears,

When yawns the seaman's watery grave,
And his lone bosom cheers.

2 Then, should the raging ocean foam,
His heart shall dauntless prove,

To reach, secure, his cherished home,
The haven of his love.

3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom,
To worldly grief a prey,

SIDNEY.

Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb,
Illume the pilgrim's way.

4 They point to that serene abode

Where holy faith shall rest,

Protected by the sufferer's God,
And be for ever blest.

5 O, still, though sorrow's rayless night
O'ershade our worldly way,