ZEPHYR.

L. M.

WM, B. BRADBURY.

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园

489.

"Thou art my God; early will I seek
Thee."

2. O THAT it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,

And marked the footsteps of thy grace! 8. Yet through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on thee my God: Thy hand unseen upholds my ways; I safely tread where thou hast trod. 4. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head. 5. Better than life itself thy love,

Dearer than all beside to me;

For whom have I in heaven above,

Or what on earth, compared with thee? 490.

Repose in God's Wisdom.

Bring me where I my heaven may find, The heaven of loving thee alone.

491.

Looking to God in trouble.

1. GOD of my life! to thee I call; Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

When high the water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2. Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaintWhere but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Doth not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? Poor though I am-despised, forgot, Yet God, my God forgets me not;

3.

4.

And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 492. Hope through the Sorrows of Christ.

PSALM Ixix.

1. DEEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul!

2. Yet, gracious God, thy power and love
Have made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Atoned for crimes which we had done.
3. Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive,
And let the mourning sinner live!
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hopes be turned to shame.

156

SELVIN. S. M.

Arranged by DR. L. MASON.

493.

Living by Faith only.

1. IF through unruffled seas

Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the fostering gale.

2. But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3. Soon shall our doubts and fears

All yield to thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4. Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own';

And, when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

1. STILL with thee, O my God,

I would desire to be;

By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with thee:

2. With thee, when dawn comes in,
And calls me back to care;
Each day returning to begin
With thee, my God, in prayer:

3. With thee, amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart:

4. With thee, when day is done,

And evening calms the mind: The setting as the rising sun With thee my heart would find: 5. With thee, when darkness brings The signal of repose; Calm in the shadow of thy wings, Mine eyelids I would close:

6. With thee, in thee, by faith
Abiding I would be.;

By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with thee.

496. "I in them, and Thou in me." 1. DEAR Saviour! we are thine,

By everlasting bands;

Our hearts, our souls, we would resign
Entirely to thy hands.

2. To thee we still would cleave

With ever-growing zeal;

If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
Oh, let them ne'er prevail !

3. Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee, our Head;

Shall form in us thine image bright,
And teach thy paths to tread

4. Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay;

But love shall keep us near thy side,
Through all the gloomy way.

5. Since Christ and we are one,

Why should we doubt or fear?

If he in heaven has fixed his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

3. O crimson tide of love

Out-gushing from His side,

Flow down, and wash the guilty earth
Where He is still denied!

4. In penitence my soul

Takes up that cry, "Forgive!"

Flow down, and wash away my sins
That I may look and live!

498."

"How shall we sing-in a strange land?"
PSALM CXXxvii.

1. FAR from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,
Fainting, I cry," Blest Spirit, come,
And speed me to my rest!"

2. Upon the willows long

My harp has silent hung;
How should I sing a cheerful song,
Till thou inspire my tongue?

3. My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.

4. To thee, to thee I press

A dark and toilsome road: When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode ?

God of my life, be near;

On thee my hopes I cast: Oh, guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last!

2. SAVIOUR, Prince, unthroned above, Repentance to impart,

Give me through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord!

And break my heart of stone.
3. See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love
Beam from thy gracious eye;
If thy mercies now are stirred,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord!
And break my heart of stone.

All thy pleasures I forego;

I trample on thy wealth and pride;

Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

2. Other knowledge I disdain;
'Tis all but vanity;

Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,—
He tasted death for me.

Me to save from endless woe
The sin-atoning Victim died:
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus, crucified.

3. Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,

And ever in his faith abide;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

God without a

502. "I am thy God; I will strengthen thee."

1. Он, let him whose sorrow

No relief can find,
Trust in God, and borrow
Ease for heart and mind!
Where the mourner, weeping,
Sheds the sacred tear,
God his watch is keeping,

Though none else is near.

2. God will never leave us;
All our wants he knows;
Feels the pains that grieve us,
Sees our cares and woes:
When in grief we languish,
He will dry the tear
Who his children's anguish
Soothes with succor near.

3. All our woe and sadness
In this world below,
Equal not the gladness

We in heaven shall know,-
When our gracious Saviour,
In the realms above,
Crowns us with his favor,
Fills us with his love.