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'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Midst darker, deadlier shade,
That cross where Thou didst suffer,
On Calvary was display'd.

2. On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;
Though sorely Thou may'st chasten,
Thou never canst forsake.
Thou, on that cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned Thy head!
And I, through death, and anguish,
Must be to glory led.

8s & 7s.

1. LONE, amid the dead and dying,
Lord, my spirit faints for Thee;
Longing, thirsting, drooping, sighing—
When shall I Thy presence see?
2. O, how altered my condition;

Late I led the joyous throng;
Beat my heart with full fruition,
Flowed my lips with grateful song.
3. Now the storm goes wildly o'er me,
Waves on waves my soul confound;
Naught but boding fears before me,
Naught but threatening foes around.
4. Save me, save me, O my Father!
To Thy faithful word I cling;
Thence, my soul! thy comfort gather;
Hope! and thou again shalt sing.

1. As flows the rapid river,

With channel broad and free

Its waters rippling ever,

And hastening to the sea.

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So life is onward flowing,

And days of offered peace,
And man is swiftly going

Where calls of mercy cease.
2. As moons are ever waning,
As hastes the sun away,
As stormy winds, complaining,
Bring on the wint'ry day,
So fast the night comes o'er us—
The darkness of the grave;
And death is just before us;
God takes the life He gave.
3. Say, hath thy heart its treasures
Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure
Thy God to praise and love?
Beware! lest death's dark river
Its billows o'er thee roll,

And thou lament forever
The ruin of thy soul.

Doxology. 7s & 6s.

S. F. SMITH.

WE'LL praise Thy name forever——
Thou glorious King of kings!
Thy wondrous love and favor
Each ransomed spirit sings;
We'll celebrate Thy glory,
With all Thy saints above,
And shout the joyful story
Of Thy redeeming love.

8s & 7s. Double.

1. JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known;

Yet how rich is my condition!

God and heaven are still my own.

2. Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like them, untrue:
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
3. Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 't is not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
4. Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
5. Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

1. CROSS, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,
That my soul in Jesus rests.

MISS GRANT.

2. The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here His burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.

3. Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith!
Lift triumphant songs and praises
E'en in martyrdom and death.
4. Bonds and stripes, and evil story,
Are our honorable crowns;
Pain is peace, and shame is glory,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.

880.

8s & 7s.

MORAVIAN.

1. TOSSED upon life's raging billow,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know,
Thou did'st press a sailor's pillow,
And canst feel a sailor's woe.
Never slumbering, never sleeping,
Though the night be dark and drear,
Thou the faithful watch art keeping,

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All, all 's well," Thy constant cheer.
2. And though loud the wind is howling,
Fierce though flash the lightnings red,
Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling
O'er the sailor's anxious head;
Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still,
Hush the tempest's wild commotion,
At the bidding of Thy will.

3. Thus my heart the hope will cherish,
While to Thee I lift mine eye;
Thou wilt save me ere I perish,
Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry.
And though mast and sail be riven,
Life's short voyage will soon be o'er;
Safely moored in heaven's wide haven,
Storm and tempest vex no more.

CHRISTIAN LYRE.

1. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death!
Rise on us, Thyself revealing-

Rise and chase the clouds beneath.

2. Thou, of heaven and earth Creator!
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scatter all the night of nature,
Pour the day upon our eyes.

3. Still we wait for Thine appearing ;
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every meek, benighted heart.

4. Save us, in Thy great compassion,
O Thou mild, pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins.
5. By Thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into Thy perfect peace.

TOPLADY.

1. In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2. When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3. When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.