20 Isaiah xxxv, 10. (7's.) 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King! 2 Ye are travelling home to God, Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye ransom'd flock and blest; 5 Lord, submissive may we go, 21 Hosea vi, 1-4. (c. M.) 1 COME, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave; And though his arm be strong to smite, 3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 4 As dew upon the tender herb, As show'rs that usher in the spring, 5 So shall his presence bless our souls, That hallow'd morn shall chase away 22 Romans viii, 31, to the end, (c. M.) 1 LET christian faith and hope dispel 2 He who his Son, most dear and lov'd, Gave up for us to die, Shall he not all things freely give, 3 Behold the best, the greatest gift, Behold the pledge of peace below, 4 The Saviour died, but rose again And pleads our cause at God's right hand, 5 Nor death, nor life, nor earth, nor hell, 6 Each future period that will bless, 23 Psalm xxxi, 5-15. (s. M.) 1 "MY times are in thy hand," 2 "My times are in thy hand," Pleasing, or painful, dark, or bright, 3 "My times are in thy hand," 4 "My times are in thy hand," The hand, my cruel sins had pierc'd, 5 "My times are in thy hand," Nor shall thine hand be stretch'd in vain, For me to supplicate. 6 "My times are in thy hand," And, after death, at thy right hand, 24 Hebrews vii, 26. (L. M.) 1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guard and guide me through the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Control the waves, say, "Peace, be still." 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 5 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck, 25 Job xiii, 15. (C. M.) 1 OH thou, whose mercy guides my way, Though now it seems severe, Forbid my unbelief to say, There is no mercy here! 2 Oh grant me to desire the pain 3 Then though thou bend my spirit low, Love only shall I see ; The very hand that strikes the blow, |