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3 Mourning Pilgrim! what for thee
In this world can now remain ?
Seek that world from which shall flee
Sorrow, shame, and tears and pain

4 Sorrow shall forever fly;

Shame shall never enter there;
Tears be wip'd from every eye;
Pain in endless bliss expire.
HYMN 87. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
Hope encouraged.

My soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?

Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness;
Bid thy restless fears begone;
Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

2 What though Satan's strong temptations Vex and grieve thee day by day;

And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay;

Thou shalt conquer―

Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood.

3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within;
Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee;
But will save from hell and sin:
He is faithful

To perform his gracious word.

A Tho' distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny road;

His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon he'll bring thee home to God!
Therefore praise him—

Praise the great Redeemer's name.
5 Oh, that I could now adore him,
Like the heav'nly host above,
Who forever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters !

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When shall I your chorus join?

HYMN 88.

L.M.

Darkness removed.

WHEN darkness long has veil'd my

mind,

And smiling day once more appears; Then, my Redeemer! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 0, let me then, at length, be taught (What I am still so slow to learn,) That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat; But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine,

Thou therefore all the praise receive;
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
HYMN 89. L. M.

Life and Safety in Christ alone.
HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty Friend:
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go,

A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and wo, One glimpse of happiness afford?

3 Thy Name my inmost pow'rs adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee!-'tis death-'tis more, "Tis endless ruin--deep despair!

4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

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HYMN 90. C. M.

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Love to the Creature is dangerous.
TOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!

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Each pleasure has its poison too,

And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

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And grace cornmand my heart away
From all created good.

HYMN 91. S. M.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

MY soul be on thy guard ;

thousand foes arise;

And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er ;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,

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Nor once at ease sit down :

Thy arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast got thy crown.

HYMN 92. L. M.

Warning against Slothfulness. ISRAEL to thy tents repair; Why thus secure on hostile ground? Thy Lord commands thee to beware, For many foes thy camp surround. 2 The trumpet gives a martial strain ;. O Israel! gird thee for the fight; Arise the combat to maintain; Arise, and put thy foes to flight. 3 O! sleep not thou as others do; Awake, be vigilant, be brave; The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave. 4 A nobler lot is cast for thee, A crown awaits thee in the skies! With such a hope, shall Israel flee, And yield through weariness the prize. 5 No! let a careless world repose,

And slumber on through life's short day,