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I. M.

LORD, and shall our fainting souls
Thy just displeasure ever mourn?
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn,
Will He no more to us return?

2 Great Source of light and peace, return,
Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain;
Come, repossess our longing hearts
With all the graces of Thy train.
3 This temple, hallow'd by Thy hand,
Once more be with Thy presence blest
Here be Thy grace anew display'd;
Be this Thine everlasting rest.

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FFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;

Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

2 The hand that now withholds my joys
Can reinstate my peace;

And He who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid that tempest cease.

3 In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count His mercies o'er;
I'll praise Him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

4 When darkness and when sorrows rose
And press'd on every side,

The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide.

5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more than all the world to me,
My health, my life, my God!

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OD of my life, to Thee I call!
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling 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 Thy word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain!

4 Poor though 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.

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WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay, "T is sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away.

C. M

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;

Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of suff'ring paid.

5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quick'ning breath.

6 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee!


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C. M.

HERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;

And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy Heavenly Father's call.'

3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has His own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon His word;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.


T is not death to die

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To leave this weary road,

And 'mid the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimm'd by tears,
And wake in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to bear

The wrench that sets us free

S. M.

From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.

4 It is not death to fling
Aside the sinful dust,

And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life!
Thy chosen cannot die;

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.



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́O, no, it is not dying,
To go unto our God;
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward_taking
Along the starry road.

2 No, no, it is not dying,
Heaven's citizen to be;
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.

3 No, no, it is not dying,

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The Shepherd's voice to know;
His sheep He ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock He feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.

4 No, no, it is not dying

To wear a heavenly crown;
Among God's people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling

Of Him whose sway we own.

5 Oh, no, this is not dying,

Thou Saviour of mankind!
There streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here only drops we find.


NE sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er:
I'm nearer to my home to-day
Than e'er I've been before:

S. M.

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