BERA. L. M.

J. E. GOULD.

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Thy tears, Thy groans, Thine agony !

If Thou the furnace dost employ,
Thou sittest as refiner near,

To purge away the base alloy,
Till Thine own image bright appear.
3 Though oft Thy way is in the sea,
Thy footsteps in the wingéd storm;
Though crested billows threaten me,—
Love slumbers in their frowning form.
4 Submissive would I kiss the rod,
Needful each stroke, I humbly own;
Help me to trust Thee, O my God,
If now Thy wisdom be unknown.

J. B. DYKES

PROTECTION. 7.

R. REDHEAD.

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2 Leave me not, for flesh is frail,
Where fierce trials would assail;
Leave me not in darkened hour,
To withstand the tempter's power.

3 Lord, uphold me day by day;

Shed a light upon my way;
Guide me through perplexing snares;
Care for me in all my cares.

4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain or sorrow, care or shame,-
Father, glorify Thy Name.

5 Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that Thou art near;
In the course my Saviour trod,
Tending home to Thee, my God.

1 WAIT, my soul, upon the Lord, To His gracious promise flee, Laying hold upon His word;"As thy days thy strength shall be." 2 If the sorrows of thy case

Seem peculiar still to thee, God has promised needful grace;— "As thy days thy strength shall be."

3 Days of trial, days of grief,

In succession thou mayest see; This is still thy sweet relief;"As thy days thy strength shall be."

4 Rock of Ages! I'm secure,

With Thy promise, full and free, Ever faithful, ever sure;— "As thy days thy strength shall be."

To keep and cultivate;

A work of lowly love to do For Him on whom I wait.

4 I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that asked denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn,
The life of toil, the mean abode,
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn,-
Are these the consecrated road?

3 'Twas thus He suffered, though a Son,
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all;
Until the perfect work was done,
And drunk the bitter cup of gall.
4 To faint, to grieve, to die for me,
Thou camest;-not Thyself to please;
And dear as earthly comforts be,

Shall I not love Thee more than these? 5 Yes, I would count them all but loss, To gain the notice of Thine eye; Flesh shrinks and trembles at the cross, But Thou canst give the victory.

NAOMI. C. M.

369

WILLIAM C. BRYANT.

1 DEEM not that they are blest alone,
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
For God, who pities man, hath shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happy years.

3 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
4 For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay,
For all His children suffer here.

L. MASON.

ST. JUDE. 6. D.

Arr. from WEBER.

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BARNBY. C. M.

J. BARNBY.