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3 Though Jesus sometimes hides his face,
And darkness overspreads our ways;
“Our steps are order'd by the Lord !” 4 Soon shall we reach that land of joy,
Where pleasures are without alloy ;
Hosea xiii, 9. (c. M.) 1 WHEN most we need his helping hand,
The Lord is always near ;
He waits to answer pray’r. 2 His love no bound, nor measure knows;
Time cannot turn its course;
From one eternal source.
And clouds surround his throne,
To make it better known.
Before his sov'reign will,
Himself he gives us still.
Nehemiah ix, 15. (P. M.) 1 THOU sinner's Friend, Redeemer, Lord, We feed upon thy precious word,
That manna from above;
The streams of grace and love.
Safe led by pow'r divine: Though dangers thick our path surround, Our feet shall stand on holy ground,
Secure, for we are thine.
We reach the promis'd rest ;
To be with Jesus blest.
Job xlix, 1. (c. m.) 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year; How swift the weeks complete their rounds,
How short the months appear! 2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day;
God's judgment shall survey.
3 Waken, O God, my trifling heart,
Its great concern to see; Thy Spirit to my soul impart,
To give myself to thee.
If future years arise ;
To joy that never dies.
2 Corinthians v, 1. (c. m.) 1 THERE is a house, not made with hands,
Eternal and on high ;
Till God shall bid it fly.
Must be dissolv'd and fall :
Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav'n;
Has his own Spirit giv'n.
Faith lives upon his word;
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
And present, Lord, with thee.
Arose and left the grave: Now let our songs his triumphs tell, Who broke the chains of death and hell,
And ever lives to save. 2 “The first begotten from the dead," Behold him rise, his people's head,
Immortal life to bring : What though the saints like him shall die, They share their leader's victory,
And triumph with their King. 3 No more we tremble at the grave; For he, who died our souls to save,
Will raise our bodies too: What though this earthly house shall fail, The Saviour's power will yet prevail,
And build it up anew.
Psalm xxiii, 5. (L. m.)
And does thy cup with love o'erflow?
2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes !
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food! 3 Oh! let thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepai’d,
With hearts inflam'd, let all attend ;
The pleasure or the profit end.
And bid our drooping graces live;
Acts xvi, 9. (P. m.) 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand : From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.