3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

711. 8 & 7s. M.

Thanks for Mercy.

ROBINSON.

1 COME, thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Blesséd mount, O fix me on it,

Mount of God's unchanging love.
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger.
Interposed his precious blood.
4 O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering soul to thee.
5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God of love; Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, Seal it for thy courts above.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels' round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2" Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus: "
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

4 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

713. S. M.

Trust in Affliction.

1 COMMIT thou all thy griefs

J. WESLEY.

And ways into his hands,

To his sure trust and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands.

2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.

3 No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care; To him commend thy cause Attends the softest prayer. 4 Thou on the Lord rely,

So safe shalt thou go on;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.

714. S. M. MRS. STEELE.

Heaven.

1 FAR from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 There sickness never comes;
There grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And purest pleasure reigns.

3 No strife nor envy there

The sons of peace molest; But harmony and love sincere Fill every happy breast.

4 No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

5 There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from the eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.

6 O, may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love;
May living faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

715.

C. M. MRS. STEELe.

A thankful Heart.

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne, let this,
My humble prayer, arise:-

2 "Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend,

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless my journey's end."

1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.

717. 11 & 5s. M.

Prayer of the Lowly.

BOWRING.

1 FROM the recesses of a lowly spirit,

Our humble prayer ascends; O Father, hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness; Forgive its weakness.

2 We see thy hand; it leads us, it supports us: We hear thy voice; it counsels and it courts us: And then we turn away; and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness.

3 O, how long-suffering, Lord! but thou delightest To win with love the wandering; thou invitest By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors. Man from his errors.

4 Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal.