Hymns and Tunes. RETREAT. L. M. DR. T. HASTINGS. From ev'ry stormy wind that blows, From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, Thore is a calma, a sure retreat: 'Tis found before the mercy-seat. 1 The Mercy-Seat. 2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds 3 There is a scene, where spirits blend, 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, And heaven comes down our souls to greet, ය 7 UXBRIDGE. L. M. Forth from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek thy shelter here. 2 Gathering for Prayer. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, 3 Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, 3 Not ashamed of Jesus. 1 JESUS, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,- HYMNS TO UXBRIDGE. 4 Glorying only in the Cross. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 5 The Wanderer's Return. 1 RETURN, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 6 Earthly things vain and transitory. 1 HOW vain is all beneath the skies! How transient every earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties That bind us to a world like this! 2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, 3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: 7 The race for glory. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice 'Tis he whose hand presents the prize 3 A cloud of witnesses around 4 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee, And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 8 The minister's only business. 1 JESUS, the Name high over all, |