181.

What though downy slumbers flee,
Strangers to my couch and me?
Sleepless, well I know to rest,
Lodged within my Father's breast.

While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole,
Far above these spangled skies
All my soul to God shall rise,

'Mid the silence of the night,
Mingling with those angels bright,
Whose harmonious voices raise
Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise.

Through the throng his gentle ear Shall my tuneless accents hear; From on high doth he impart Secret comfort to my heart.

Tenderly.

182.

Depth of mercy!-can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face,
Would not hearken to his calls,
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands:
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, but loves me still.

Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament,

Now my foul revolt deplore,

Weep, believe, and sin no more.

HASTINGS.

183.

My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy Word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here:
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

184.

O Lord! how full of sweet content
Our years of pilgrimage are spent!
Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, -
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

To us remains nor place nor time;
Our country is in every clime:
We can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But, with our God to guide our way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.

Could we be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote we call,
Secure of finding God in all.

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185.

Through every age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode :

High was thy throne ere heaven was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

Long hadst thou reigned ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into man;
And long thy kingdom shall endure
When earth and time shall be no more.

Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream;
An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and withered in an hour.

Teach us, O Lord! how frail is man,
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety

Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.

186.

Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.

The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shade of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.

The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

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WARTENSEE.

187.

Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow.

Oh! do not our suit disdain:
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?

Lord, on thee our souls depend:
In compassion now descend,
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.

Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those who are cast down, lift up,
Strong in faith, in love, and hope.

Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind:
Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

Glory to the Father give,-
God, in whom we move and live:
Children's songs delight his ear;
Children's prayers he deigns to hear.

Glory to the Son we bring,-
Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King:
Children, raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb; for he was slain.

Glory to the Holy Ghost:
He reclaims the sinner lost:
Children's minds may he inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy fire!

Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
For the gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love."

Led by thee from earth to heaven.

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strength; the nations shake;
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.

Say to the heathen from thy throne,
"I am Jehovah, God alone:"
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

No more let human blood be spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt;
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side.

Almighty God, thy grace proclaim;
In every land declare thy name;
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.

New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;

Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life and power and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,

Hover around us when we pray;

New perils past, new sins forgiven,

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

If on our daily course our mind

Be set to hallow all we find,

New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be
As more of heaven in each we see:
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

MENDON.

Gently, Lord, oh! gently lead us
Through this lonely vale of tears,
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.

When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us;

Lead us in thy perfect way.

In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear.

And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us on thy bosom rest,
Till, by angel-bands attended,
We awake among the blest.
L. M.

No change of time shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.

To thee I will address my prayer,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Be guarded safe from every foe.
Let the eternal Lord be praised, —
The Rock on whose defence I rest;
To highest heavens His name be raised
Who me with his salvation blest.

My God, to celebrate thy fame,
My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise;
And nations, strangers to thy name,
Shall learn to sing thy glorious praise.