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Isaiah xxxv, 10. (7's.) 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King !
As ye journey, sweetly sing :
Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye ransom’d flock and blest ;
Ye near Jesus' throne shall rest :
There your kingdomn and reward. 4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Bids you undismay'd go on.
Gladly leaving all below:
21 Hosea vi, 1–4. (c. m.)
With contrite hearts return;
The desolate to mourn,
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
'Tis also strong to save.
Shall know him, and rejoice;
Like morning songs his voice. 4 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
And cheer the thirsty ground :
And shed a joyful light;
The sorrows of the night,
Romans viii, 31, to the end. (c. M.)
1 LET christian faith and hope dispel
The fears of guilt and woe;
And who can prove our foe? 2 He who his Son, most dear and lov'd,
Gave up for us to die,
That goodness can supply ?
3 Behold the best, the greatest gift,
Of everlasting love!
And perfect bliss above.
Triumphant from the grave;
Omnipotent to save.
Nor time's destroying sway,
Or make his love decay.
As it has bless'd the past;
He loves us to the last.
i "MY times are in thy hand,"
My God I wish them there;
Entirely to thy care.
Whatever they may be,
As best may seem to thee.
3 “My times are in thy hand,"
Why should I doubt or fear? My Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.
Jesus the crucified ;
Is now my guard and guide. 5 "My times are in thy hand,"
Jesus my advocate;
For me to supplicate.
I'll always trust in thee;
I shall for ever be.
Hebrews vii, 26. (L. M.)
1 THE billows swell, the winds are high,
And clouds o'ercast my wintry sky;
My fears are great, my strength is small. 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, My soul still hangs her hope on thee; Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name,
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
And leave it to return no more. 5 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek ; Let neither winds, nor stormy main, Force back my shatter'd bark again.
Job xiii, 15. (c. m.) 1 OH thou, whose mercy guides my way,
Though now it seems severe,
There is no mercy here!
That comes in kindness down, More than the world's supremest gain,
Succeeded by a frown! 3 Then though thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see ;
Was wounded once for me!