3 In the sacred page recorded Thus his word securely stands; 'Fear not, I'm in trouble, near thee, 'Nought shall pluck you from my hands :' Every word my love demands. S. PEARCE. HYMN 358. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [b] Prayer for Divine Consolation. hear a humble suppliant's cry; ATHER of mercies, God of love, o Bend from thy lofty seat above, p 3 Father of mercies, God of love, g Thy throne of glorious majesty : One pardoning word can make me whole, HYMN 359. C. M. RAFFLES. Funeral Hymn. [b] Think upon Me. Neh. v, 19. P1THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to thee; In all my trials, conflicts, woes, 2 When groaning, on my burdened heart My sins lie heavily: My pardon speak, new peace impart, 3 If on my face, for thy dear name, o I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame If thou remember me. p 4 The hour is near-consigned to death, Saviour, with my last parting breath, p 1 HAWEIS. HYMN 360. 8 & 7. Smyrna. [b] FUL In deep Affliction. ULL of trembling expectation, Mighty God of my salvation, -2 By thy most severe temptation, 3 By the travail of thy spirit, 1 C. WESLEY. HYMN 361. C. M. Dedham. [b] Hope in Trouble. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, WH "Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will, "Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still: 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys -4 It is that hope with ardor glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harassed conscience feels 8 6 0 let me wing my hallowed flight And soar above these clouds of night, HYMN 362. C. M. Abridge. [*] P1W This trembling house of clay, THEN languor and disease invade 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, e 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 4 Sweet in the confidence of faith, 5 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss NOEL. TOPLADY. Olmutz. [*] YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, u Loud to the praise of love divine, 0 2 Though in a foreign land, 3 His grace will to the end, Nor present things, nor things to come, 4 Blest is the man, O God, Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, TOPLADY. HYMN 364. P. M. Haddam. [*] The Cross the Way to the Crown. 81L See myriads round the throne! OOK up to yonder world, Each bears a golden harp, And wears a sacred crown: s With zeal they strike 2 Believing in his Name, And strive to raise Behold his face 3 And shall we not aspire, They shewed the way, First to believe And then obey. HYMN 365. L. M. Luton. [*] The Redeemed round the Throne. Rev. vii, 9—17. 。1LO: round the throne, at. God's right hand, The saints, in countless myriads, stand; Of every tongue, redeemed to God, 2 Through tribulation great they came; 3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more; 4 They see their Saviour face to face, $ 5 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, HYMN 366. 7s. Evening Hymn. [*] 1 The Redeemed in Heaven. WHAT are these in bright array, W This innumerable throng, Round the altar night and day, 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 19 MONTGOMERY. |