ARCADIA. C. M.

T. HASTINGS.

to Thine a bode; Tho' helpers

in God.

1. WHEN waves of trouble round me swell, My soul is not dismay'd;

I hear a voice I know full well,-
"Tis I; be not afraid."

2. When black the threatening skies appear, And storms my path invade,

Those accents tranquillize each fear,-
"'Tis I; be not afraid."

3. There is a gulf that must be cross'd;
Saviour, be near to aid!

Whisper, when my frail bark is toss'd,"" is I; be not afraid."

4. There is a dark and fearful vale,

Death hides within its shade;

O say, when flesh and heart shall fail,"'Tis I; be not afraid."

780. C. M.

1. WHERE shall the child of sorrow find
A place for calm repose?
Thou! Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes!

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.

1. THOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts, to-day
Within Thy temple meet;
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.

2. They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung,
In sweet and solemn lays;
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.

3. The dew lies thick on all the ground,Shall my poor fleece be dry?

The manna rains from heaven around,—
Shall I of hunger die?

4. Behold Thy prisoner, loose my bands,
If 't is Thy gracious will;

If not, contented in Thy hands
Behold Thy prisoner still.

5. I may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;

O give me here a house of prayer;
Here Sabbath joys impart.

784. C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God!

And all Thy ways adore;

And every day I live, I long

To love Thee more and more.

2. Man's weakness, waiting upon God, Its end can never miss,

For men on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.

1. AUTHOR of good, we rest on Thee;
Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2. In Thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O let Thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide!

3. And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,-

4. Not what we wish, but what we want, Thy mercy still supply!

The good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny!

786. C. M.

MERRICK.

1. FIRM as the earth Thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my Hope, my Trust;
If I am found in Jesus' hands,
My soul can ne'er be lost.

2. His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of His sheep;
All whom His heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.

3. Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove His favorites from His breast; In the dear bosom of His love

They must for ever rest.

WATTS.

WOODL ND. C. M.

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N. D. GOULD.

787. C. M. Peculiar.

1. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for every wounded breast-
'Tis found above-in heaven.

2. There is a soft, a downy bed,

'T is fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose-in heaven.

3. There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven;
When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

4. There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene-in heaven.

5. There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given:
There, joys divine disperse the gloom-
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

W. B. TAPPAN.

788. C. M. Peculiar.

1. THIS world is poor from shore to shore, And, like a baseless vision,

Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,

Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;
There's nothing rich but heaven.

2. Empires decay, and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are given;

The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky;
There's nothing sure but heaven.

3. Creation's mighty fabric all

Shall be to atoms riven,-
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;

There's nothing firm but heaven.

4. A stranger, lonely here I roam,

From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;

I have no home but heaven.

5. The clouds disperse-the light appears, My sins are all forgiven;

Triumphant grace has quelled my fears;
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!
I'm on my way to heaven.

789. C. M.

1. I CAN not call affliction sweet;
And yet 't was good to bear:
Affliction brought me to Thy feet,
And I found comfort there.

2. My wearied soul was all resign d
To Thy most gracious will:

O had I kept that better mind,
Or been afflicted still!

3. Where are the vows which then I vow'd?
The joys which then I knew?
Those, vanished like the morning cloud;
These, like the early dew.

4. Lord, grant me grace for every day,
Whate'er my state may be

Through life, in death, with truth to say, "My God is all to me."

MONTGOMERY.

790. C. M.

1. IN trouble and in grief, O God,

Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.

2. The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days fefused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they 're bruised.

3. The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's tempestuous storms the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.

4. All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot
In other times may be,
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to Thee.

MARA. C. M.

CH. BEECHER.

rise:

1. My God, my Father-blissful nameO may I call Thee mine?

May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

2. This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3. Whate'er Thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign;

For Thou art good, and just, and wise;
O bend my will to Thine.

4. Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.

MRS. STEELE.

797. C. M.

1. O LORD! I would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;

To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2. When all created streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name!

3. No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in Thee;

I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.

4. O Lord! I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.

798. C. M.

RYLAND.

1. UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And fixed as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
That leans, O Lord! on Thee.

2. Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love,
That every saint surround.

3. Deal gently, Lord! with souls sincere, And lead them safely on

To the bright gates of paradise,
Where Christ, their Lord, is gone.

WATTS.