4 Then shall Thy saints exulting sing,

And each glad heart its tribute bring ;
Pardon and peace shall then be given,

And earth resound with songs of heaven. 54. For Divine Guidance. 8,7,4. GUIDE me, 0 Thou great Jehovah !

Pilgrim through this barren land ;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand;

Bread of heaven,

Feed me now and evermore. 2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow,
Let Thy fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through :

Strong Deliverer,

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. 55. Psalm LV. 6. P.M. O HAD I the wings of a dove,

I'd make my escape and be gone ;
I'd mix with the spirits above,

Who encompass yon heavenly throne :
I'd fly from all labour and toil,

To the place where the weary have rest; I'd haste from contention and broil

To the peaceful abode of the blest.

2 Around that magnificent throne,

Where the Lamb all His glory displays,
United for ever in one,

His people are singing His praise :
They are far from all danger and fear,

While remembrance enhances their joys;
As the storm, when escap'd, will endear

The retreat that the haven supplies. 56. A Prayer.

C.M.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise:
2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

“ From every murmur free;
“The blessings of Thy grace impart,

“And make me live to Thee.
3 “Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

“My life and death attend ; “ Thy presence through my journey shine,

“ And crown my journey's end." 57. Power of Prayer. C.M. THERE is an eye that never sleeps

Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,

When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires,

When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,

When earthly loves decay.

3 There is a power which man can wield,

When mortal aid is vain ;
That eye, that arm, that love to reach,

That list'ning ear to gain. 4 That power is pray’r which soars on high,

To God for ever kind,
To bring rich blessings from above,

Upon the prayerful mind.
58, Providence.
GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;

The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace :
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain ;

God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.

59. For Faith in Christ.
HOW sad our state by nature is !

Our sin how deep it stains !
And Satan binds our captive souls

Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from God's sacred word,
Oh! ye despairing sinners, come,

And trust upon the Lord.
3 To the dear fountain of Thy blood

Teach me, O Lord, to fly;
There may I wash my spotted soul

From crimes of deepest dye.
4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On Thy kind arms I fall ;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,

My Jesus and my all.

60. Missionary Hymn.

6,8. CHRISTIANS! the glorious hope ye

know,
Which soothes the heart in every woe ;
While heathens helpless, hopeless lie :
No ray of glory meets their eye.
Oh, give to their desiring sight

The hope that Jesus brought to light.
2 Christians! ye taste the heavenly grace

Which cheers believers in their race ;

Uncheer'd by grace, thro' heathen gloom,
See millions hastening to the tomb.
To heathen lands, that grace convey,

Which trains the soul for endless day. 3 Christians ! ye prize the Saviour's blood,

In which the soul is cleans'd for God;
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
Uncleansed from sin, expos'd to hell.
Oh! strive, that heathens soon may view

That precious blood which cleanseth you. 61. Christ's Second Coming. L.M. THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

The mountains to their centre shake ; And withering from the vaults of night,

The stars shall pale their feeble light.
2 The Lord will come! but not the same

As once in lowly form He came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,

The bruis'd, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,

With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,

Appointed Judge of all mankind ! 4 Can this be He who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By power oppress’d, and mock'd by pride,

The Nazarene, the crucified ?
5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain !
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain !
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, the Lord is come.