5 0! who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light,
We never saw by day.
8 s and 7 s.
The Pilgrim.
1 GENTLY, Lord, O! gently lead us,
Through this lonely vale of tears;
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear:
And when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in thine arms to rest,
Till by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.
Praise for Loving-kindness.
1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise,
He justly claims a song from thee;
His loving-kindness, O! how free!
2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate;
His loving-kindness, O! how great!
3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul' along;
His loving-kindness, O! how strong!
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood;
His loving-kindness, O! how good!
5 Often I feel my sinful heart,
Prone from my Saviour to depart;
But though I oft have Him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O! may my last expiring breath,
His loving-kindness sing in death.
7 Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
Grateful Recollections.
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-O! fix me on it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood.
3 0! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.
Repentance at the Cross.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I!
2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood!
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