Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and com- fort no where found. 1. O, HOW soft that bed must be, 2. It was the good Physician now, 3. God of glory. God of grace, Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place; 4. Bless me, and I shall be blest, Soothe me, and I shall have rest; Fix my heart, my hopes, above; Love me, Lord, for Thou art love. 856. 7s.* 1. HEARKEN Lord, to my complaints, Where the streams of Jordan flow, 2. Tempest-tost, my failing bark Founders on the ocean dark; Deep to deep around me calls, With the rush of waterfalls, While I plunge to lower caves, Overwhelmed by all Thy waves. 3. Once the morning's carliest light 4. Why, my soul, art thou perplex'd? *Repeat the first two strains. 1. IN the hour of my distress, 4. When the tempter me pursueth, 5. When the flames and hellish cries, Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. 861. 7s.* VAUGHN. 1. CENTER of our hopes Thou art; 2. All our works in Thee be wrought- 3. Let us altogether rise, To Thy glorious life restored; Here prepare to meet our Lord; C. WESLEY. 2. "I delivered thee when bound, 3. "Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? 4. " Mine is an unchanging love, When the work of grace is done; 6. Lord! it is my chief complaint, 863. 7s. 6 lines. COWPER. 1. ABBA, Father, hear Thy child, 2. Heavenly Father, Life divine, Change my nature into Thine; Move and spread throughout my soul, Actuate and fill the whole: Lord, I will not let Thee go Till the blessing Thou bestow. 3. Holy Ghost, no more delay; Come, and in Thy temple stay: Now Thine inward witness bear, Strong, and permanent, and clear: Spring of life, Thyself impart; Rise eternal in my heart. 864. 7s. 6 lines. 1. BLESSED are the sons of God; 2. They are justified by grace, 3. They are lights upon the earth,— HUMPHRIES. COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. 11s & 10s. WEBBE, of England. 1. Come, ye dis con. solate, where'er you languish, Come, at the shrine of God 9: fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, WALES. 8s & 4s. Welch Air. FINE. 4 1. When the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me; When the languid eye is streaming, D. C. "Tis the fet-tered soul's releasing, Weep not for me! D. C. Weep not for me; When the feeble pulse is ceasing, Start not at its swift decreasing, 1. WHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me; When the languid eye is streaming, When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 2. When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me; Christ is mine, He can not fail me- Yet though sin and doubt endeavor 867. 8s & 4s. 1. THERE's a Friend above all others, O how He loves! His is love beyond a brother's, O how He loves! Earthly friends may fail and leave us, 2. Blessed Jesus!-would'st thou know Him? O how He loves! Give thyself e'en this day to Him, O how He loves! Is it sin that pains and grieves thee? |