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4 The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air, And bless'd with liberty again,

Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

5 But oh no foe invades the bliss,

When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One view of Jesus, as He is,

Will strike all sin for ever dead.

HYMN 147.

(L. M. LUTHER.)

In time of temptation.

1 THE billows swell, the winds are high,
And clouds o'ercast my wintry sky:
Out of the depths to Thee I call;
My fears are great, my strength is small.
2 O Lord! the Pilot's part perform;
And guideand guard me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill;
Control the waves, say, "peace, be still."
3 Amidst the ragings of the sea,

My soul still rests her hopes on Thee:
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Alone preserves me from despair.
5 Dangers, of every shape and name,
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it, to return no more.
6 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek ;
Let neither winds, nor stormy main,
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

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HYMN 148.

(S. M. BATH.)

When God hideth his face we are troubled. Ps. civ. 29. 1 THE Saviour hides his face;

My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-failing love.

2 The favour'd souls who know

What glories shine in Him,
Pant for his presence, as the roe
Pants for a living stream.*
3 What trifling cares corrode!
Vain thoughts, how they annoy
What phantoms hide me from my God,
My refuge and my joy!

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4 How dull the Sabbath-day,
Without the Sabbath's Lord!.
How toilsome then to sing and pray,
And wait upon the word!
5 Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my taste!
I glean a berry, here and there,
And mourn the vintage past.
6 Yet let me (as I ought)

Still hope to be supplied;

No pleasure else is worth a thought;
Nor shall I be denied.

7 Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of his care,

The Lord will my desire perform,
And grant me all my prayer.

Ps. xlii. 1.

HYMN 149.
(P. M.)

The Star of Bethlehem.

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1 WHEN marshail'd on the heavenly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone of all the train

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks ;-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

2 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud-the night was dark;
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark:
Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death struck, I ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly a star arose:

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 This was my light-my guide-my all;
It made my dark forbodings cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace :

There safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
This star, first in night's diadem,
With joy I'll sing for evermore;

Jesus the Star of Bethlehem.

HYMN 150.

(C. M. SUBMISSION.)

Retirement favourable to religious reflection.

1 FAR from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far;

From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The silent shade, the calm retreat,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made
For those who follow Thee.

3 There if thy Spirit touch thy soul,
And grace her mean abode,

Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song;
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life;
Sweet Source of life divine!
And (all harmonious names in one)
Redeemer! Thou art mine.

6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless, store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.

HYMN 151.

(L. M. ST. ANDREWS.)

A review of the ways of Providence.

1 THUS far the Lord hath led me on,
And made his truth and mercy known;
My hopes and fears alternate rise,
And comforts mingle with my sighs.

2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from my blissful home; Lord! let thy presence be my stay, And guard me in this dangerous way. 3 Temptations everywhere annoy; And sins and snares my peace destroy; My earthly joys are from me torn; And oft an absent God I mourn. 4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd, Sees every day new straits attend,

And wonders where the scene will end.
5 Is this, O Lord! that thorny road,
Which leads us to the mount of God?
Are these the toils thy people know,
While in the wilderness below?

6 'Tis even so; thy faithful love
Doth all thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That JESUS may be all in all.

HYMN 152.

(P. M. DARWELLS.)

God the strength of his servants.

1 By whom was David taught
To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
Nor sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.*

1 Sam. xvii. 40.

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