They whom He deigns to cherish, His mercy shall prevent them, JOSIAH CONder. O God! what am I in Thy sight? No fellow-mortal has their clue- Searcher of hearts! before Thine eye, On me that blood be sprinkled now, That blood which our lost world redeemed 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, Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, Lord, in being one with Thee. King of Salem! strong to save, M. A. S. BARBER. He that wept of tears a peace And died to save, that lives to sympathize, 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 That form'd us, and can mould us as He will. ANON. How sweet to the soul are the breathings of peace, There is rest for the soul that on Jesus relies, 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 stormy winds raved loud, and vex'd Saviour! when Thy poor wayward child ROSCOE. LADY FLORA HASTINGS. Nor human tongue can tell, nor human thought, Thy Spirit in the soul through all her powers, GRINFIELD. When groves by moonlight silence keep, And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep: When infancy at evening tries, In golden pomp, when autumn smiles When Mercy points where Jesus bleeds, GISBORNE. Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed, "Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, Has taught each scene the note of woe; I |