2 When from the dust of earth 1 rise,

To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev’n then shall this be all my plea,

“ Jesus hath liv’d, hath dy'd for me.” 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,

For who ought to my charge shall lay?
Fully through Thee absolv'd I an),

From sin and fear, frorn guilt and shame. 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,

Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,

Sinners, of whom the chief I am.
5 This spotless robe the same appears,

When ruiv'd nature sinks in years,
No age can change its glorious hue,

The grace of Christ is ever new.
6 O let the dead now hear thy voice,

Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord our Righteousness !

Safety in Christ.

P. M. TIGHT of the world; thy beams I bless; U On Thee, bright sun of righteousness,

My faith has fix'd its eye: Guided by Thee, through all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below,

For Thou art always nigh.

2 Ten thousand spares my path beset,
Yet shall 1, Lord, the work complete,

Which Thou to me hast giv’n :
Superior to the pains I feel,
Close by the gates of death and hell

I urge my way to heav'n.
3 Still may I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do thy will,

And trust in thy defence! My soul into thy hands I give ; And, if he can obtain thy leave,

Let satan pluck me thence.

« It is done."

P. M. OTIS done! th' atoning work is done!

1 Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies ! All nature feels th' important groan

Loud-echoing through earth and skies The earth doth to her centre quake,

And heav'n as hell's deep gloom is black. 2 The temple's veil is rent in twain,

While Jesus meekly bows his head; The rocks resent his mortal pain,

The yawning graves give up their dead; The bodies of the saints arise, Reviving as their Saviour dies. 3 And shall not we his death partake,

In sympathetic anguish groan?

O Saviour! let thy passion shake

Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone ; To second life our souls restore, And wake us that we sleep no more.

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 :

They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love !

2 Which of all our friends to save us,

Could or would have shed their blood ?
But our Jesus dy'd to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God:

This was boundless love indeed !
Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When he liv’d on earth abased,

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

Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

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;

But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

Christ the Believer's Ali.
TN Christ my treasure’s all contain'd;
1 By bim my feeble soul's sustain'd;
From Him I all things do receive,
Through Him my soul does daily live.

2 With Him I daily love to walk,

Of Him my soul delights to talk;
On Him I cast my every care;
Like Him one day I shall appear.

3 Bless Him, my soul, from day to day;

Trust Him to bring thee on thy way:
Give Him thy poor weak sinful heart;
With Him, O never, never part.

4 Take Him for strength and righteousness ;

Make Him thy refuge in distress;
Love Him above all earthly joy,
And Him in every thing employ.

5 Praise Him in cheerful, grateful songs,

To Him your highest praise belongs;
To Him who does your heav'n prepare,
And Him you'll praise for ever there.

JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,

He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,

The way that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness

I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long had sought,

And mournd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long had been,
Opprest with unbelief and sin.

4 The more I strove against their pow'r,

I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
" Come, hither, soul, I am the way.”

5 Lo! glad I come, and Thou blest Lamb,

Shall take me to Thee as I am:
Nothing but sin I Thee can give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round,

What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God!