87 Unchangeable Love.

L. M. W HEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,

And smiling day once more appears, Then my Redeemer, then I find,

The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart,

And blush that I should ever be So prone to act so base a part,

And harbour one hard thought of Thee.

3 O let me then at length be taught,

What still I am so slow to learn,
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat;

But when my faith is sharply try’d, I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, wnd apt to slide.

5 But Oh! my Lord, one look from Thee

Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away,

And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as willing to forgive,

As I am ready to repine ;
Thou therefore all the praise receive,

Be shame, and self-abhorrence mine

88 Going without the Camp, bearing the reproach of

Christ. P. M.

COME my Father's family,

Ye ransom'd of the Lord ; Come, ye sinners, who with me,

Are ev'ry where abhorr'd; Let us gladly trace his steps

Who suffer'd death among the Jews ; Who the friendless soul accepts,

Whom all beside refuse.

2 Jesus, the despis'd and mean,

Our master let us own :
He the sacrifice for sin,

The Saviour, He alone.
Let us take and bear his cross,

Despis'd disciples let us be;
Mock'd and slighted as He was,

For you, my friends, and me.

3 None but Jesus will we sing,

None else will we adore;
He our Prophet, Priest, and King,

Shall be for evermore.
None among the heav'nly pow'rs,

Nor one on earth our praise may claim; None but Jesus call we ours,

None but the bleeding Lamb!

TF Jesus is ours, we have a true friend,
1 Whose goodness endures the same to the

end;

Our comforts may vary, our frames may

decline, We cannot miscarry, our aid is divine.

2 Though God may delay to show us his light,
And heaviness may endure for a night,
Yet joy, in the morning, shall surely abound,
No shadow of turning in Jesus is found.

3 The hills may depart, and mountains remove,

But faithful Thou art O fountain of love!
The Father hath graven our names on thy

hands ;
Our building in heav'n eternally stands.

4 A moment he hid the light of his face ;

Yet firmly decreed to save us by grace:
And though he reprov'd us, and still may

reprove,
For ever he lov'd us, and ever will love.

5 Then tune every string to Jesus's name!

With angels we'll sing the song of the Lamb;
Thee ev'ry believer shall joyfully praise,
Thou bountiful giver of glory and grace.

Thc Fountain Opened.

C. M.

THERE is a fountain filld with blood

1 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,

Wash'd all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav'd, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song

I'll sing thy pow'r to save; When this poor lisping stamm’ring tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepard

(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward,

A golden harp for me!

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7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,

And form’d by pow'r divine,
To sound, in Göd the Father's ears,

No other name but thine.

Longing for an interest in Christ. L. M. 0 COME, thou wounded Lamb of God,

Come wash us in thy cleansing blood;
Give us to know thy love, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be

For ever clos'd to all but thee :
Seal thou our breast, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

3 How can it be, thou heav'nly King,

That thou shouldst man to glory bring,
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

4 O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,

To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

5 First-born of many brethren thou,

To thee both earth and heav'n must bow ;
Help us to thee our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live,