729.

730.

5. In Jesus is our store;

Grace issues from His throne;
Whoever says, "I want no more,"
Confesses he has none.

lls & 9s.

1. OH! how happy are they
Who the Saviour obey,

COWPER.

And have laid up their treasures above!
O what tongue can express

The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love.

2. It was heaven below*

My Redeemer to know!

And the angels could no nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

3. O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possess'd,

I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fullness of God.

4. Then, all the day long,
Was my Jesus my song,

And redemption through faith in His name;
O that all might believe,

And salvation receive,

And their song and their joy be the same.

11s & Ss.

1. O THOU, in whose presence
My soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call,

My comfort by day,

And my song in the night,

My hope, my salvation, my all.

2. Where dost Thou, dear Shepherd,
Resort with Thy sheep,

To feed them in pastures of love;
Say, why in the valley

Of death should I weep,

Or alone in this wilderness rove.

Or

3. O! why should I wander
An alien from Thee,

cry

in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when
My sorrows they see,

And smile at the tears I have shed.

4. Ye daughters of Zion,
Declare, have you seen

The star that on Israel shone ?
Say, if in your tents

My Beloved has been,

And where with His flocks He is gone?

5. Love sits in His eyelids,
And scatters delight

Through all the bright mansions on high!
Their faces the cherubim

Vail in His sight,

And tremble with fullness of joy.

6. He looks! and ten thousands
Of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for His words;
He speaks! and eternity,
Filled with His voice,

Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

7. Dear Shepherd! I hear, and
Will follow Thy call;

I know the sweet sound of Thy voice;
Restore and defend me,

For thou art my all,

And in Thee I will ever rejoice.

1. THE Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose
Where the pastures in beauty are growing,
He leads me afar from the world and its woes,
Where in peace the still waters are flowing.
2. He strengthens my spirit, He shows me the path
Where the arms of His love shall enfold me,
And when I walk through the dark valley of death,
His rod and His staff will uphold me!

1. O! TELL me, Thou life and delight of my soul, Where the flock of Thy pastures are feeding; I seek Thy protection, I need Thy control,

I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 2. O! tell me the place where Thy flocks are at rest, Where the noontide will find them reposing? The tempest now rages, my soul is distress'd, And the pathway of peace I am losing.

3. O! why should I stray with the flocks of Thy foes, 'Mid the desert where now they are roving, Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes, And temptations their ruin are proving!

4. O! when shall my foes and my wandering cease?
And the follies that fill me with weeping!
Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace
Thou dost give to the flock Thou art keeping.
5. A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee return
By the way where the footprints are lying:
No longer to wander, no longer to mourn;
O fair one, now homeward be flying!

733.

L. M.

T. HASTINGS.

1. FROM every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2. There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place of all on earth most sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3. There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Though sundered far, by faith we meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin becloud no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

5. Oh! let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

734.

L. M.

1. ALL mortal vanities, be gone,

STOWELL.

Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, amid the eternal throne,

A vision of the Lamb appears!

2. Lo, He receives a sealed book

From Him that sits upon the throne!
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark decrees and things unknown!

3. All the assembling saints around

Fall worshiping before the Lamb,
And in new songs of Gospel sound
Address their honors to His name.

4. The joy, the shout, the harmony,
Flies o'er the everlasting hills—
Worthy art Thou alone," they cry,
"To read the book, to loose the seals."

5. Our voices join the heavenly strain,

735.

And with transporting pleasure sing,
"Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King!"

L. M.

WATTS.

1. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine:
My temple, Lord, that arch of Thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.
2. My choir shall be the moon-lit waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,

E'en more than music, breathes of Thee.

3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like Thy throne;
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.

4. Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I can read, in words of flame,
The glories of Thy wondrous name.

5. There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of Thy Deity.

6. There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace Thy love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again.

1. LIGHT of the soul! O, Saviour blest!
Soon as thy presence fills the breast,
Darkness and guilt are put to flight,
And all is sweetness and delight.

MOORE.