643. 4 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait They shall confess their sheaves are great, 1 YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears; Be mercy all your For theme; mercy like a river flows, In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; 3 Fear not the want of outward good; 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, 644. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM. Rejoicing in God, our Father. 1 COME, shout aloud the Father's grace, Soon shall you join the glorious theme, 2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends; Calls us his treasure and his joy, 3 My Father, God! and may these lips 4 Thanks to my God for every gift C. M. WATTS. 645. The Same. 1 1 THE Lord of Glory is my Light, God is my strength, nor will I fear 2 One privilege my heart desires- Among the churches of thy saints, 3 There shall I offer my requests, 4 When troubles rise and storms appear, 5 Now shall my head be lifted high And songs of joy and victory 418 646. 647. 1 To THEE, my God and Saviour, 2 Soon as the morn with roses 3 Thy gracious love possessing There bowing down before thee, My spirit shall adore thee, 1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of glad ness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them, Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. 648. C. M. Psalm 23. J. Q. ADAMS. 1 My Shepherd is the Lord on high; In pastures green he makes me lie, He cheers my soul, relieves my woes, The paths of righteousness he shows, 2 Though walking through death's dismal shade, No evil will I fear; Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid, For thou art ever near: For me a table thou dost spread With oil thou dost anoint my head; By thee my cup o'erflows. 3 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure 649. Yes, in the temple of the Lord To after time thy name record, 8s. & 7s. M. The Cross of Christ. 1 IN the cross of Christ I glory, BOWRING. Towering o'er the wrecks of time; Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 4-Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 650. Peace is there that knows no measure, 1 LET not the wise their wisdom boast; 2 The rush of numerous years bears down |