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They whom He deigns to cherish,
Can never, never perish;

His mercy shall prevent them,
His righteousness invest;
He shall himself present them
Before His Father, drest
In robes of spotless whiteness,
All beauty, joy, and brightness.

JOSIAH CONder.

O God! what am I in Thy sight?
Thou, only Thou, canst read aright
The characters within;

No fellow-mortal has their clue-
No human scrutiny can view
The ravages of sin.

Searcher of hearts! before Thine eye,
Though all my sins uncovered lie,
Sins more than I can count;
Yet one pure drop of precious blood
Shed by the atoning Lamb of God
Cancels their whole amount.

On me that blood be sprinkled now,
Wash me and make me white as snow,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain !

That blood which our lost world redeemed
(A ransom adequate esteemed),

Can never plead in vain.

"INVALID'S HYMN BOOK."

XV. THE PEACE OF GOD.

THOU wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed upon Thee; because he trusteth in Thee.-ISAIAH XXvi. 3.

Exod. xxxiii. 14-Levit. xxvi. 6--Num. vi. 26-Judges vi. 23, 24-1 Chron. xii. 18-xxii. 9-Job. xxii. 21-xxxiv. 29-Psalm xvi. 9-xxix. 11-xxxvii. 11, 37-lxxii. 7-lxxxv. 8, 10-cxvi. 7 -cxix. 165-cxxv. 5-cxxxi. 2-cxxxii. 14-cxlvii. 14-Prov. i. 33-Isaiah ix. 6,7—xiv. 3, 7, 8-xxvi. 3, 12-xxvii. 5-xxviii. 12 -xxx. 15—xxxii. 17, 18—xlviii. 18, 22—liv. 10, 13—lv. 12—lvii. 1, 2, 18-21-lix. 8-lxvi. 12-Jer. vi. 16-xxix. 7, 11—xxxiii. 6 -Ezek. xxxvii. 26-Hag. ii. 9-Zech. vi. 13.

Matt. xi. 28, 29-Luke i. 78, 79—ii. 14, 29—xix. 42—John xiv. 27-xvi. 33-xx. 26-Acts ix. 31-x. 36-Rom. ii. 10-iii. 17— v. 1-viii. 6-xiv. 17-19-xv. 13-1 Cor. vii. 15-xiv. 33-2 Cor. xiii. 11-Gal. v. 22—vi. 16-Eph. ii. 14-17—iv. 3——vi. 15, 23— Phil. iv. 7-Col. i. 19, 20-iii. 15-2 Thes. iii. 16—Heb. xii. 11 -James iii. 18-1 Pet. iii. 11-2 Pet. i. 2-iii. 14-Rev. i. 4-6.

Prince of Peace! control my will,
Bid this struggling heart be still;
Bid my fears and doubtings cease,
Hush my spirit into peace.

Thou hast bought me with Thy blood,
Open'd wide the way to God:
Peace I ask-but peace must be,

Lord, in being one with Thee.

King of Salem! strong to save,
No ecstatic joy I crave;
Let Thy Spirit's soothing calm
Glide into my soul like balm ;
Raise my heart to things above,
Modulate my soul to love—
May Thy will, not mine, be done;
May Thy will and mine be one!

M. A. S. BARBER.

He that wept

of tears a peace

And died to save, that lives to sympathize,

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Which passeth knowledge, and a heaven-born hope Which, though it still may fluctuate, ne'er betrays. Even if it ebb too deeply, and the stream

Of sacred comfort seem awhile cut off,

One grace by sorrow perfected may soothe
The mourner-resignation yet may calm
His bosom-leaning on the Eternal All.
By chastening love to deep dependence wrought,
We give our utter frailty up to Him

That form'd us, and can mould us as He will.

ANON.

How sweet to the soul are the breathings of peace,
When the still voice of pardon bids sorrow to cease,
When the welcome of mercy falls soft on the ear,
"Come hither, ye laden-ye weary, draw near."-

There is rest for the soul that on Jesus relies,
There's a home for the homeless prepar'd in the skies;
There's a joy in believing, a hope and a stay
That the world cannot give, nor the world take away.

O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly,

And mount on the pinions of faith to the sky,

When the still and small breathing to earth that was given, Shall be changed to the anthems and chorus of heaven! Wм. M'COMB.

Over the raging waves of human will,
The Saviour's Spirit walk'd, and all was still.

The stormy winds raved loud, and vex'd
The chafing waters' troubled breast-
When lo! the voice of Mercy spake,
And soothed the ruffled waves to rest.

Saviour! when Thy poor wayward child
Droops faithlessly 'midst doubt or ill,
Thy voice shall calm the inward strife,
And bid her aching heart "Be still."

ROSCOE.

LADY FLORA HASTINGS.

Nor human tongue can tell, nor human thought,
Save in experience, the peace

Thy Spirit in the soul through all her powers,
Diffuses-peace of an indwelling God.

GRINFIELD.

When groves by moonlight silence keep,
And winds the vexed waves release,

And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep:
-Lord, is not that the hour of peace?

When infancy at evening tries,
By turns, to climb each parent's knees,
And gazing, meets their raptured eyes,
-Lord, is not that the hour of peace?

In golden pomp, when autumn smiles
O'er hill and dale with rich increase,
Man his full barns exhulting piles;
-Lord, is not that the hour of peace?

When Mercy points where Jesus bleeds,
And Faith beholds thine anger cease,
And Hope to black despair succeeds;
This, Father, this alone is peace!

GISBORNE.

Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed,
From Zion's mount I heard the sound:
Gay sprang the flowrets of the mead,
And gladden'd nature smiled around:
The voice of peace salutes my ear,
And speaks the Lord, my Saviour, near:—

"Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, Has taught each scene the note of woe;

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