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Ty God safely sorrow is come

May pure religion's holy light

Shine with o'erpowering ray. 335. C. M.

The Hope of Heaven.
1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all !
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast. 336.

C. M.

B W. NOEL. Hope in Trouble. 1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,

And mourns the present pain,
'T is sweet to think of peace at last,

And feel that death is gain.
2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,

And dread a Father's will ;
'T is not that meek submission flies,

And would not suffer still.
3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys

The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,

And lose herself in sight.
4 It is that troubled conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin,

And sees, though far, the hand that heals,

And ends the strife within.
5 0, let me wing my hallowed flight

From earthborn woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,

My Saviour's bliss to share. 337.

C. M.

God our only Hope.
1 WHEN reft of all, and hopeless care

Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair,

What dissipate the gloom ?
2 No balm that earthly plants distil

Can soothe the mourner's smart,
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,

Bind up the broken heart.
3 But One alone, who reigns above,

Our woe to joy can turn,
And light the lamp of life and love,

That long has ceased to burn.
4 Then, O my soul ! to that One flee,

To God thy woes reveal;
His eye alone thy wounds can see,

His power alone can heal. 338. 8 & 7s. M. MONTGOMERY.

Joyful Hope.
1 KNOW, my soul ! thy full salvation ;

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station,

Something still to do or bear :
Think what spirit dwells within thee ;

Think what Father's smiles are thine ;
Think what Jesus did to win thee; -
Child of heaven ! canst thou repine ?


2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed with faith and winged with prayer ;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there :
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days ;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 339. 7. M.

The Christian rejoicing in Hope.
1 CHILDREN of the Heavenly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing ;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye

Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock and blest;

You on Jesus' throne shall rest ;
There your seat is now prepared,

There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, submissive make us go,

Gladly leaving all below ;
Only thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow thee. 340.

C. M.

Gratitude and Hope.
1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord,

Proclaim thy joys abroad,
And march with holy vigor on,

Supported by thy God.
2 Through every winding maze of life

His hand has been my guide ;


And in his long-experienced care

My heart shall still confide.
3 Beyond the choicest joys of time,

Thy courts on earth I love ;
But, O, I burn with strong desire

To dwell with thee above.
4 There, joined with all the shining band,

My soul would thee adore,
A pillar in thy temple fixed,

To be removed no more.
C. M.

Watts. The Christian's Experience a Ground for Hope. 1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name,

And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,

The grace appeared so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,

And did thy hand confess ;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,

And sung surprising grace.
3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,

Can give us day for night,
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise

To rivers of delight.
4 Let those that sow in sadness wait

Till the fair harvest come ;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,

And shout the blessings home. 342.

C. M. H. H. Hawley.

The Hope, the Star, the Voice.
1 THERE is a hope, a blesséd hope,

More precious and more bright
Than all the joyless mockery

The world esteems delight.

2 There is a star, a lovely star,

That lights the darkest gloom,
And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er

The prospects of the tomb.
3 There is a voice, a cheering voice,

That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the painful, anxious doubt,

And whispers, “God is love."
4 That voice, aloud from Calvary's height,

Proclaims the soul forgiven;
That star is revelation's light;

That hope, the hope of heaven.
C. M.

Hope of Reunion above.
1 WHEN floating on life's troubled sea,

By storms and tempests driven,
Hope, with her radiant finger, points

To brighter scenes in heaven.
2 She bids the storms of life to cease,

· The troubled breast be calm;
And in the wounded heart she pours

Religion's healing balm.
3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours

Of sadness and of gloom ;
She guides us through this vale of tears,

To joys beyond the tomb.
4 And when our feeting days are o'er,

And life's last hour draws near,
With still unwearied wing she hastes

To wipe the falling tear.
5 She bids the anguished heart rejoice :

Though earthly ties are riven,
We still may hope to meet again
· In yonder peaceful heaven.

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