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4 “Poor and afflicted,” but ere long
They join the bright celestial throng;
Their sufferings then will reach a close,
And heaven afford them sweet repose.
5 And while they walk the thorny way,
They oft are heard to sigh, and say—
Dear Saviour, come, O quickly come!
And take thy mourning pilgrims home,
71. Living waters.-Zech. xiv. 8, 9. 1 Now living waters flow To cheer the humble soul; From sea to sea the rivers go, And spread from pole to pole.
2 Now righteousness shall spring,
And grow on earth again;
Jesus Jehovah be our King,
And o'er the nations reign.
3 Jesus shall rule alone,
The world shall hear his word;
By one bless'd name shall He be known,
The Universal Lord.
72. Rachel weeping for her children.—Matt. ii. 18. 1 WEEP, weep not o'er thy children's tomb, O Rachel ! weep not so: The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow. 2 Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Hath miss'd its deadly aim ; The God, for whom they gave their life, For them to suffer came.
3 Though evil were their days and few,
Baptized in blood and pain,
He knows them whom they never knew,
And they shall live again.
Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb,
O Rachel ! weep not so:
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,
The flower in heaven shall blow.
73. The unfruitful trees cut down.—Matt. iii. 10. 1 THE Lord into his vineyard comes Our various fruit to see; His eye, more piercing than the light, Examines every tree.
2 Tremble, ye sinners, at his frown,
If barren still ye stand;
And fear that keenly-wounding axe,
Which arms his awful hand.
3 Close to the root behold it laid,
To make destruction sure :
Who can resist the mighty stroke 2
Or who the fire endure ?
4. Succeeding years thy patience waits;
Nor let it wait in vain;
But form in us abundant fruit,
And still this fruit maintain.
74. Christ calling.—Matt. iv. 19. 1 How long the time since Christ began, To call in vain on me ! Deaf to his warning voice, Iran Through paths of vanity.
2 He call'd me, when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill;
I pass'd from folly on to crime,
And yet He call'd me still.
3 He call'd me, in the time of dread,
When death was full in view;
I trembled on my feverish bed,
And rose to sin anew.
4. Yet could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.
5 O Thou, that every thought dost know,
And answerest every prayer!
Try me with sickness, want or wo,
But snatch me from despair.
6 My struggling will by grace control,
Renew my broken vow:
—What blessed light breaks on my soul!
My God! I hear Thee now.
God seeth in secret.—Matt. vi. 6.
I OUR heavenly Father's piercing eye,
Sees through the darkest night;
In deep retirement He is nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.
2 There let that piercing eye survey
Our duteous homage paid;
With every morning's dawning ray,
And every evening's shade.
3 O God! may thy own heavenly fire
* The incense still inflame; -
While my warm vows to Thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer's name.
4. So shall the visits of thy love,
My soul in secret bless;
So shalt Thou deign in worlds above,
Thy suppliant to confess.
76. “Save, Lord / or we perish.”—Matt. viii. 25. 1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave thered lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker: “Save, Lord! or we perish.” 2 O Jesus! once rock'd on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, “Save, Lord! or we perish.”
3 And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging, Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer; “Save, Lord! or we perish.”
The blessedness of Gospel times.—Matt. xiii. 16.
1 How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal
2 How charming is their voice
How sweet the tidings are!
“Zion, behold thy Saviour King,
He reigns and triumphs here.”
3 How happy are our ears
That hear this joyful sound
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found !
4 How blessed are our eyes
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long.
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm -
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold -
Their Saviour and their God. -
78. Christ with his assembled people.—Matt. xviii. 20. I CAN we believe thy precious word, And not assemble in thy name, Sure, if we meet, to meet our Lord, And catch thy whisper, “Here I am!”
2. Where two or three with faithful heart
Unite to plead the promise given,
As truly in the midst Thou art,
As in the countless hosts of heaven.
Preparation to meet God.—Matt: xxv. 1–13.
1 ARE you form'd a creature new 2
Have you proved the Cleanser's art?
Can you Christ in spirit view,
Purified through faith your heart?
Rise, to meet the Bridegroom, go,
Mingle with the virgin-row;
Oil you have, and need not fear,
Though this moment He appear.
2 These move on the narrow way,
Watchful, cheerful, free from toil,
Trim their lamps from day to day,
Adding still recruits of oil:
Doubly does the Spirit rest
On that happy peaceful breast,
Who himself to praying gives,
Who a life of watching lives.
3 Up, go forth to meet the Lamb,
Sleep and slumber far depart :
Let your lamps be all on flame,
Want of oil will wound the heart.
Gracious Sceptre of our King!
Thee we touch, and Thee we sing,
Under thy propitious sway
Live we, grow we every day.