Fore-runner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way, I'll gaze upon it while I run,

And watch the rising day.

333. Looking upwards in a Storm.

L. M.

The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call,
My fears are great, my strength is small.
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm,
Defend me from each threat'ning ill,
Control the waves, say, “ Peace, be still !"
Amidst the roaring of the sea
My soul still hangs her hope on thee,
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair,
Dangers of ev'ry shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more,
Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek ;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again,

334. Submission. c. M.

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand

That wipes away my tears? No, let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee,
Who never has a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour all my journey through

T'hou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both, А poor

blind creature of a day, And crush'd before the moth. But ah! my inward spirit cries

Still bind me to thy sway, Else the next cloud that veils

my

skies Drives all these thoughts away.

335. Rejoicing in Hope. 8. 8. 6. I SHALL not always make my moan, Nor worship thee a God unknown;

But I shall live to prove Thy people's rest, thy saints' delight, The length and breadth, and depth and height

Of thy redeeming love.
0, that I might at once go up,
No more on this side Jordan stop,

But now the land possess !
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears,

And howling wilderness.
Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Sprinkle thy blood, forgive my sin,

My unbelief remove
The purchase of thy death divide,
And 0, with all the sanctified,

Give me a lot of love.

336. Precious Christ. .

148.

Jesus is all my hope,

His death is all my boast, But for his sov'reign grace

I should be ever lost: Redeeming blood, and dying love, Here be my theme, and when above. All that remains for me

Is but to love and sing. Admire and adore

My Saviour, God, and King; Each stripe, each bruise, each bleeding wound, Speaks love and peace to all around.

334. Submission. c. M.

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine. Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand

That wipes away my tears? No, let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee,
Who never has a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour all my journey through

Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both, A poor

blind creature of a day, And crush'd before the moth, But ah! my inward spirit cries

Still bind me to thy sway, Else the next cloud that veils

my

skies Drives all these thoughts away.

335. Rejoicing in Hope. 8. 8. 6. I

SHALL not always make my moan, Nor worship-thee a God unknown;

But I shall live to prove Thy people's rest, thy saints' delight, The length and breadth, and depth and height

Of thy redeeming love.
0, that I might at once go up,
No more on this side Jordan stop,

But now the land possess !
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears,

And howling wilderness.
Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Sprinkle thy blood, forgive my sin,

My unbelief remove ;
The purchase of thy death divide,
And 0, with all the sanctified,

Give me a lot of love.

336. Precious Christ.

148.

JESUS is all my hope,

His death is all my boast, But for his sov’reign grace

I should be ever lost: Redeeming blood, and dying love, Here be my theme, and when above. All that remains for me

Is but to love and sing. Admire and adore

My Saviour, God, and King; Each stripe, each bruise, each bleeding wound, Speaks love and peace to all around.