2 True pleasures abound in the rapturous sound, And whoever hath found it, hath paradise found:

My Redeemer to know, to feel his blood flow,
This is life everlasting 'tis heaven below.
3 Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast;
That indeed is the fullness, but this is the taste;
And this I shall prove, till with joy I remove
To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love.

store,

The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country I've found where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe in paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive: My soul, don't delay; he calls thee away; Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength, and comfort—go after him, go;

Lo, onward I move to a city above,

None guesses how wondrous my journey will

prove.

4 Great spoils I shall win from death, hell, and sin,

'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within:

And when I'm to die, "Receive me," I'll cry,
For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot tell why:
5 But this I do find, we two are so joined,
He'll not live in glory and leave me behind:
So this is the race I'm running through grace,
Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord's face.

6 And now I'm in care my neighbors may share These blessings: to seek them will none of you dare?

In bondage, O why, and death will you lie, When one here assures you free grace

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nigh?

My Beloved.

is so

John Gambold.

11, 8.

() THOU, in whose presence my soul takes

delight,

On whom in affliction I call,

My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all!

2 Where dost thou, dear Shepherd, resort with thy sheep,

To feed them in pastures of love?

Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in this wilderness rove?

30 why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread?

Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been,
And where with his flocks he is gone.

5 He looks! and ten thousands of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for his word;

He speaks! and eternity, filled with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

6 Dear Shepherd, I hear, and will follow thy call;

I know the sweet sound of thy voice; Restore and defend me, for thou art my all, And in thee I will ever rejoice.

Joseph Swain.

760

I

I need Thee every hour.

NEED thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;

No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.

6, 4, 7.

I need thee, O I need thee;
Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to thee!

2 I need thee every hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.

4 I need thee every hour;
Teach me thy will;

And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

5 I need thee every hour,
Most Holy One;

O make me thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son!

Mrs. Annie S. Hawks.

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Exultant trust.

6, 8, 4.

MY Shepherd's mighty aid,

His dear redeeming love,

His all-protecting power displayed,

I joy to prove:

Led onward by my guide,

I view the verdant scene,

Where limpid waters gently glide Through pastures green.

2 In error's maze my soul Shall wander now no more;

His Spirit shall, with sweet control, The lost restore;

My willing steps shall lead

In paths of righteousness;

His power defend; his bounty feed; His mercy bless.

3 Affliction's deepest gloom

Shall but his love display;

He will the vale of death illume

With living ray:

My failing flesh his rod

Shall thankfully adore;

My heart shall vindicate my God

For evermore.

4 His goodness ever nigh, His mercy ever free,

Shall while I live, shall when I die,

Still follow me;

Forever shall my soul

His boundless blessings prove; And while eternal ages roll,

Adore and love.

Thomas Roberts.

762

Before the cross.

6, 4.

M'Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Y faith looks up to thee,

Saviour divine:

Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,—
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,-
A ransomed soul.

Ray Palmer.

THE CHURCH.

763

WHERE are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? But, Lord, thy Church is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;

We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3 For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy Church, O God!

Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,

And tempests are abroad;