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1

LIZZIE S. TOURJEE.

162, 41, 277.

2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never:
God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

162, 41, 534.

Sir John Bowring.

93
1 THERE's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.

2 There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in his blood.
3 For the love of God is broader

Than the measure of man's mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

4 If our love were but more simple,
We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
Frederick W. Faber.

1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee,
May a mortal lisp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels!

Thou art every creature's theme:

2 Lord of every land and nation! Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation Be thy just and awful praise. 3 For the grandeur of thy natureGrand, beyond a seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought; 4 For thy providence, that governs

Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,— Blessed be thy gentle reign.

5 For thy rich, thy free redemptionBright, though vailed in darkness longThought is poor, and poor, expression; Who can sing that wondrous song?

6 Christ the brightness of thy glory,
By thy mercy came to die;
How can mortal tongue be silent?
How can praise unuttered lie?
7 Leaving all his exaltation,

Bearing all our sin and woe,—
O, what love divine was shown us!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.

Robert Robinson,

95

JOHN H. WILCOX.

up the angels' cry,

1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:

97

FRANCIS J. HAYDN.

99

JOHN B. DYKES.

理

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Twas midnight with my soul till he,
Bright Morning Star, bade darkness flee.
4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame
That I no more revere his name.

5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

3, 104, 746,

6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me! Joseph Grigg. 102 1 JESUS, my love, my chief delight, For thee I long, for thee I pray, Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day. 2 When shall I see thy smiling face, That face which I have often seen? Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness,

Scatter the clouds that intervene.

3 Thou art the glorious Gift of God To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all his gifts bestowed, And certain pledge of all the rest. 4 Since I can say this gift is mine,

5

I'll tread the world beneath my feet, No more at poverty repine,

Nor envy the rich sinner's state. The precious jewel I will keep,

And lodge it deep within my heart; At home, abroad, awake, asleep,

It never shall from thence depart.

108, 104, 47.

Anon.

103
10 THOU, my soul, forget no more
The Friend who all thy sorrows bore;
Let every idol be forgot,

But, O my soul, forget him not.

2 Eternal truth and mercy shine In him, and he himself is thine; And canst thou, then, with sin beset, Such charms, such matchless charms, forget?

3 O no! till life itself depart,

His name shall cheer and warm my heart; And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, And join the chorus of the skies. 4 Then through eternity I'll sing The matchless love of Christ, my King; And finding there no end of days, So shall I find no end of praise.

Krishna Pal.