5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore, 6 All my desires to thee are known, 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will bear my spirit up 8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide, They raise their pleasure and their pride 9 To thee will I confess my guilt, And thus will plead with thee; "Was not the blood of Jesus spilt To set the sinner free?" 10 My God, forgive my follies past, O Lord of my salvation, haste, 8s, 7s, and 4 s. Christ our Guide. 1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, I am weak, but thou art mighty, Feed me, till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. L. P. M. Christ the Hope of the Disconsolate. 1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray, Still He who felt temptation's power, 4 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 5 And O! when I have safely passed Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside 9 1 C. M. Joyful Anticipation of Heaven. HEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, |