from harm:

I'm a stranger to fear, while trusting his grace, I'm secure, none can injure in this hiding place.

Chorus-Glory be to Jesus, &c.

6 A few more distresses and all will be o'er,

I then shall require a shelter no

more;

I shall rise to the haven of mercy and grace,

And dwell with my Saviour, my
safe hiding place.
Chorus-Glory be to Jesus, &c.
JOHN STAMP,

2

3

4

My sins are all forgiven,
Which did as mountains rise,
And I've a hope of heaven,
A home beyond the skies;
My grief is turned to pleasure,
My curse to Jesu's love;
I'll claim him as my treasure,
I'm toss'd on life's rough ocean
Till borne to realms above.

By many a threatening wave;
Which fills with sad emotion,

But Jesus lives to save;
He's promised to surround me,
And guide me safe to shore,
Where foes can ne'er confound me,
And tempests toss no more.
And on his firm veracity,
My soul unshaken rests,
In sorrow and prosperity,
Rejoicing or distrest;

My Saviour will not leave me,
On him I dare recline;
To glory he 'll receive me,
With all his saints to join.

24.

JOHN STAMP.

Gospel News.

Tune-"Will

you go?"

HOW oft the sound our ears

assails-What's the news? Its echo bounds o'er hill and daleWhat's the news?

The best of tidings I make known,
The Lord of glory left his throne,
And to our lower world came down
-That's the news.

2 He came redemption to procure,
He came salvation to insure;
For this he suffered grief and pain,
For this on Calvary he was slain,
For this he left the tomb again.-
That's the news.

3 His wings of mercy o'er us brood,
Our foes are by his power subdued;
He conquer'd all the hosts of hell;
The glorious truth I love to tell,
My Saviour hath done all things
well.-

That's the news.

4 My sins they all are wash'd away,
And I am bound for endless day;
My soul is happy in his love;
His every promise true I prove,
And soon I hope to reign above.-
That's the news.

25.

10

"O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die?"

TURN ye, O turn ye, for why will you die, [so nigh? When God in great mercy is coming Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, [you home. And angels are waiting to welcome

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,

Your hearts may grow better by staying away;

Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,

While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,

O how can you question, if you will

believe?

2

The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.

With cheerful hope her eyes explore
Each landmark on the distant shore;
The trees of life, the pastures green,
The golden streets, the crystal
stream;

Again for joy she claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.

3 The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her powers expand: With steady helm, and free bent sail, Her anchor drops within the veil : Again for joy she claps her wings, And her celestial sonnet sings, Glory to God!

27.

1

то

2

P. M.

heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales,

My bark by grace doth safely steer, And going under gospel sails,

Celestial prospects bright appear; To sound her ground my faith now springs,

And to her Author thus she sings, 'Thy will be done.' As bearing up to gain the port, A blood-stain'd cross and heaven in view,

A Saviour's wounds my harbourfort

The beacon-to my vessel true; Again my faith her soundings tries, And to my soul's sure Pilot cries, 'A blessed hope.' 3 Now as the blissful shore draws near, With transport I behold the place Where dwells my friend, my Saviour

dear,

And long with joy to see his face. Once more my faith now tries her ground,

And thus re-echoes back the sound, 'Christ is my rock.' 4 When to her berth my bark draws nigh,

And I have done with sails & tide, 'Strong is my cable,' then I'll cry,

My anchor's sure-I safely ride. No more my soul need try her ground, Safe at her moorings she is found, And all is well.'

I'M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
Jesus, my God! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

2 Firm as his throne hispromise stands,

And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

Then will he own my worthless name,
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

29.

1

7's and 6's.

SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises

With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing,

But he will bear us through ;-
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding

I cannot but rejoice.

30.

1

7's and 5's.

SERVANTS of the living God,
When the paths of sin ye trod,
Grace restrain'd the angry rod;
Bless Messiah's name.
Satan's bondmen once ye were,
Willing captives in his snare,
Till with mighty arm made bare,
Christ your rescue came.

2 Now the fight of faith begin:
Be no more the slaves of sin;
Strive the victor's palm to win,

Trusting in the Lord.
Gird ye on the armour bright,
Warriors of the King of light,
Never yield, nor lose by flight
Your divine reward.

3 Fear not, though a feeble band,
Marching through a hostile land;
Guided by a mighty hand,

Ye shall win the day.
Faithful to your banner be,
Ever fighting manfully,
Laurels shall be won by thee,
Fading not away.

4 Sinners long estranged from God,
Paths of sorrow ye have trod,
Oft have felt the avenging rod,
Peace have never known:
Give to Christ the glory due,
Be his soldiers faithful, true-
Then he will award to you.
An immortal crown.

blast

eye,

And hope immortal grows.

Chorus-It is the hope, &c.

32. The Dying Parent's Address to an Orphan. 7's and 6's. 1 HOW many have deserted,

And from their Saviour fled,
While all the humble-hearted
That come to him have sped.
And does he not address you,

In pleasing accents say-
I'm waiting now to bless you,
Why will you go away?

2 If guardian angels visit

Poor mortals here below,
May not departed spirits

Their mourning kindred know?
May they not be permitted
On errands kind to come?
Rejoice to see them fitted
For their eternal home?

3 To some this may be doubtful,
But one thing sure we know-
That Jesus meets the faithful,
When they in secret go.
Then often bow before him,

And lift your heart in prayer;
For favours past adore him;
The Lord will meet you there.

4 Regard not persecution;

Your Saviour suffered pain,
And you through tribulation
The kingdom must obtain.
Then seek for peace and pardon
Through faith in Jesus' blood,
Till he removes your burden,
And brings you near to God.

With all its flattering charms;
Though sinners may despise you,
Oh fly to Jesus' arms;

Nor from those arms be parted,
Whate'er the effort cost-
The soul must be converted,

Or else for ever lost.

6 To Jesus, then, I leave you-
To Christ, the sinner's friend-
Believing he 'll receive you,
And save you to the end;
In judgment hope to meet you,
Where sin and sorrow cease,
On Canaan's banks to greet you,
In boundless realms of bliss.

33. Wake, Isles of the South.

1

P. M.

WAKE, isles of the south!
Your redemption is near;

No longer repose
In the borders of gloom;
The strength of his chosen
In love will appear,
And light shall arise
On the verge of the tomb.
2 The billows that gird ye,
The wild waves that roar,
The zephyrs that play
Where the ocean storms cease,
Shall bear the rich freight
To your desolate shore,
Shall waft the glad tidings
Of pardon and peace.
3 On the islands that sit
In the regions of night,
The lands of despair,
To oblivion a prey,
The morning will open
With healing and light-
The young star of Bethlehem
Will ripen to-day.

4 The altar and idol

In dust overthrown,
The incense forbid

That was hallowed with blood.
The priest of Melchizedec
There shall atone,

And the shrines of Attooi

Be sacred to God.

5 The heathen will hasten

To welcome the time,
The day-spring, the prophet
In vision once saw-

When the beams of Messiah Will 'lumine each clime And the isles of the ocean Shall wait for his law.

34.

1

On Thibet's Snow-capt Mountains. 7's and 6's.

ON Thibet's snow-capt mountains,

O'er Afric's burning sand,
Where roll the crystal fountains
Adown Hawaii's strand-
In every distant nation,
The mighty globe around,
The heralds of salvation

The gospel trumpet sound. 2 In golden armour blazing,

They press their onward way,
And, high in air upraising,
The glorious cross display;
Away their weapons hurling,

The warring nations cease,
And hail with joy, unfurling

The banneret of peace.

3 Where Sin hath fix'd her dwelling,
Where Death the tyrant reigns,
The heavenly notes are swelling
In loudest, sweetest strains;

They breathe the bones are shaken,
And, clothed with flesh, arise-
They bid the dead awaken

To glory in the skies.

4 What, though hell's fiery regions
Pour forth their dread array!
Look up! angelic legions

Attend you on your way.
March on, ye sons of heaven!
This precious promise sing-
'The heathen shall be given
To Christ our glorious king.'

OTHERE will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning,

O there will be mourning, at the judgment seat of Christ; Parents and children there will part, Parents and children there will part, Parents and children there will part, Will part to meet no more.

2 O there will be mourning, &c., Wives and husbands there will part, Wives and husbands there will part, Wives and husbands there will part, Will to part meet no more.

3 0 there will be mourning, &c, Brothers and sisters there will part, Brothers and sisters there will part, Brothers and sisters there will part, Will part to meet no more.