ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M.

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3. So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are
gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain;
Why should my spirit, then, complain?

765. L. M.

1. WHEN adverse winds and waves arise,
And in my heart despondence sighs;
When life her throng of cares reveals,
And weakness o'er my spirit stea
Grateful I hear the kind decree,
That "as my day, my strength shall be."

2. When, with sad footsteps, memory roves
'Mid smitten joys and buried loves,
When sleep my tearful pillow flies,
And dewy morning drinks my sighs,
Still to Thy promise, Lord! I fice,
That "as my day, my strength shall be."

3. One trial more must yet be past,

One pang-the keenest and the last;
And when, with brow convulsed and pale,
My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail,
Redeemer! grant my soul to see
That "as her day, her strength shall be."

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

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Hath taught each scene the notes of
woe;

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.

2. Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd;
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In Him thy refuge find, thy rest,

Safe in the mercy of thy God;
Thy God's thy Saviour-glorious word!
For ever love and praise the Lord.

3. As spring the winter-day, the night,

So peace thy gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; While glory weaves the immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.

767. L. M.

1. THOUGH Waves and storms go o'er my
head,
Though strength, and health, and friends
be gone;

Though joys be withered all, and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn ;
On this my steadfast soul relies-
Father, thy mercy never dies.

2. Fix'd on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.

J. WESLEY.

766. L. M.

769. L. M.

1. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive 1. As oft, with worn and weary feet,

We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought-how comforting and sweet!
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses He knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.

768. L. M.

1. "PERFECT in love!"-Lord, can it be, Amidst this state of doubt and sin? While foes so thick without, I see,

With weakness, pain, disease within;
Can perfect love inhabit here,
And, strong in faith, extinguish fear?

2. O, Lord! amidst this mental night,

Amidst the clouds of dark dismay,
Arise! arise! shed forth Thy light,

And kindle love's meridian day.
My Saviour God to me appear,
So love shall triumph over fear.

2. Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,

Or sorrow in our path appear,
The recollection will remain,

More deeply did He suffer here!
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suff'ring and with grief!

3. If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

4. Just such as I, this earth He trod,

With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the very God,

As I am now, so He has been.
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

Now to the Father, and the Son

Who rose from death, be glory given; With Thee, O holy Comforter!

Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.

773. C. M.

1. COME to the ark-come to the ark,
To Jesus come away;
The pestilence walks forth by night,
The arrow flies by day.

2. Come to the ark-the waters rise,
The seas their billows rear;
While darkness gathers o'er the skies,
Behold a refuge near!

3. Come to the ark-all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin;
Without, deep calleth unto deep,
But all is peace within.

4. Come to the ark-ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose;
Come, for the door which open stood,
Is now about to close.

774. C. M.

1. O THOU, who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

2. But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;

5. Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows
With more than rapture's ray; [bright,
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

MOORE.

775. C. M.

1. WHEN grief and anguish press me down,
And hope and comfort flee,

I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,
And stay my heart on Thee.

2. When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be

A closer bond, in time to come,
To bind my heart to Thee.

4. O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 2. To Thee I tell each rising grief,
Our peace-branch from above?

For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

777. C. M.

1. DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise-
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

3. But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

fail, and foes prevail, I'll put my trust in God, I'll put my trust

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2. What Friend have I in heaven or earth, What Friend to trust but Thee?

My father's dead, my mother's dead;
My God! "remember me."

3. Thy gracious promise now fulfill,
And bid my trouble cease;
In Thee the fatherless shall find
Pure mercy, grace, and peace.

4. I've not a secret care or pain
But He that secret knows;
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!

781. C. M.

1. THOUGH faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe,

My widowed feet are doomed to stray 'Mid thorny paths below,

2. Be Thou, O Lord, my Father still,
My confidence and guide;

I know that perfect is Thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.

3. I know the soul that trusts in Thee
Thou never wilt forsake;
And though a bruised reed I be,
That reed Thou wilt not break.

4. Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go,
Support me on my way,
Though, worn with poverty and woe,
My widowed footsteps stray.

5. To give my weakness strength, O God,
Thy staff shall yet avail;
And, though Thou chasten with Thy rod,
That staff shall never fail.