QUITO. L. M.

English arranged by L. MASON.

and with sins, On her beloved

Lord she leans, On her beloved Lord she leans.

740. L. M.

2. This is the spouse of Christ our God,
Bought with the treasures of His blood;
And her request, and her complaint,
Is but the voice of every saint.

3. "O let my name engraven stand,

Both on Thy heart, and on Thy hand;
Seal me upon Thine arm, and wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

4. "Stronger than death Thy love is known,
Which floods of wrath could never drown;
And hell and earth in vain combine
To quench a fire so much divine.

5. "But I am jealous of my heart,

Lest it should once from Thee depart;
Then let Thy name be well impress'd,
As a fair signet, on my breast.

6. "Come, my Beloved, haste away,
Cut short the hours of Thy delay;
Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow."

741. L. M.

WATTS.

1. BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.

2. Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear?

How canst thou want if He provide, Or lose thy way with such a Guide?

3. When first before His mercy-seat
Thou didst to Him thy all commit,
He gave thee warrant from that hour
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.

4. Did ever trouble yet befall,

And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not His promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

5. He who has helped me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New trophies to His endless praise.

6. Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all
NEWTON.

742. L. M.

1. WITH tearful eyes I look around,
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet, 'midst the gloom, I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, "Come to Me."

2. It tells me of a place of rest-
It tells me where my soul may flee;
O to the weary, faint, oppress'd,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to Me."

3. When nature shudders, loth to part

From all I love, enjoy, and see; When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, "Come to Me." 4. Come, for all else must fail and die;

Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion, "Come to Me."
5. O, voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above!

And gently whisper, "Come to Me."

743. L. M.

1. THE darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers,

No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears.

2. Yet let the sons of Grace revive;

He bids the soul that seeks Him, live;
And from the gloomiest shade of night
Calls forth a morning of delight.

3. The seeds of ecstasy unknown

Are in these watered furrows sown;
See the green blades, how thick they rise,
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes!

4. In secret foldings they contain

Unnumbered ears of golden grain;
And heaven shall pour its beams around,
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.

5. Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home;
The voice long broke with sighs shall sing,
Till heaven with hallelujahs ring!

744. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. GOD of my life, to Thee I call; Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my rembling heart to fail. 2. Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where-but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3. Did ever mourner plead with Thee. And Thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fixed, remain, That none shall seek Thy face in vain?

4. Poor tho' I am-despised, forgot,

Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

COWPER.

JUDAH'S CAPTIVE. L. M.

Arranged by J. ZUNDEL.

747. L. M.

3. How shall we tune our voice to sing,

Or touch our harps with skillful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands?

4. O Salem! our once happy seat,

When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.

5. If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue;

Or if I sing one cheerful air,
Till thy deliverance is my song.

TATE AND BRADY.

748. L. M.

1. 'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

2. The want of sight she well supplies,
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

1. WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said-
"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

2. Blessed be the voice that breathes from heaven,

To every heart in sunder riven,

When love, and joy, and hope are fled"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

3. And when the last dread hour is come, While shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall call the pious dead"Lo! it is I; be not afraid."

J. E. SMITH.

1. Ir life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it; I am well content;
And meekly wait my last remove,
Desiring only trustful love.

2. No bliss I'll seek, but to fulfill
In life, in death, Thy perfect will;
No succors in my woes I want,
But what my Lord is pleased to grant.

3. Our days are numbered: let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care:
'Tis Thine to number out our days;
"T is ours to give them to Thy praise.
4. Faith is our only business here,-
Faith simple, constant, and sincere;
O blessed days Thy servants see!
Thus spent, O Lord! in pleasing Thee.

MADAME GUION.

754. L. M.

1. My heart lies dead; and no increase
Doth my dull husbandry improve:
O let Thy graces, without cease,
Drop from above.*

2. Thy dew doth every morning fall:

And shall the dew outstrip Thy Dove?
The dew, for which earth can not call,
"Drop from above !"

3. The world is tempting still my heart
Unto a hardness void of love;
Let heavenly grace, to cross its art,
Drop from above.

4. O come! for Thou dost know the way!
Or if to me Thou wilt not move,
Remove me where I need not say,
"Drop from above!"

HERBERT.

*The last line is to be repeated in singing.

DAYBREAK. L. M.

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JOHN ZUNDel.

756. L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. THE floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
The mighty floods lift up their rðar;
The floods in tumult loud rejoice,
And climb in foam the sounding shore.
2. But mightier than the mighty sea,

The Lord of glory reigns on high;
Far o'er its waves we look to Thee.

And see their fury break and die.
3. Thy word is true, Thy promise sure,
That ancient promise sealed in love;
Here be Thy temple ever pure,
As Thy pure mansions shine above.
G. BURGESS.

757. L. M.

1. O LORD, Thy counsels and Thy care
My safety and my comfort are;
And Thou shalt guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.

2. In whom but Thee, in heaven above,
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with Thee?

3. My flesh is hastening to decay;
Soon shall the world have passed away;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
4. But O! my Saviour, be Thou nigh,
And I will triumph when I die;
My strength, my portion is divine;
And Jesus is for ever mine!

758. L. M.

1. My spirit sinks within me, LordBut I will call Thy name to mind; And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2. Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; The water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. 3. Yet will the Lord command His love, When I address His throne by day; Nor in the night His grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4. I'll cast myself before His feet,

And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock, "Why doth Thy love so long forget

The soul that groans beneath Thy
stroke?"

5. Thy light and truth shall guide me still;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to Thine heavenly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy !

WATTS.