Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my

stay ; No harm can befall, with my Comforter

near.

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup run

neth o'er ; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my

head ; Oh, what shall I ask of Thy providence

more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee

above ; I seek, by the path which my forefathers

trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.

J. Montgomery. 612

11s. How FIRM a foundation, ye saints of the

Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent

Word ! What more can He say than to you He

hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled ?

2

Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dis

mayed, For I am thy God, and will still give thee

aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause

thee to stand, Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

3

“When through the deep waters I call thee

to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to

bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 “When through fiery trials thy pathway

shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only de

sign Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to re

fine.

5 “Even down to old age all My people

shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; And when hoary hairs shall their temples

adorn, Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be

borne.

6 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for

repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes : That soul, though all hell should endeavor

to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!”

G. Keith [?].

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L. M. 61. LEAVE God to order all thy ways,

And hope in Him whate'er betide ; Thou'lt find Him, in the evil days,

Thine all sufficient strength and guide. Who trusts in God's unchanging love Builds on the rock that naught can move ! 2 Only thy restless heart keep still,

And wait in cheerful hope, content
To take whate'er His gracious will,

His all-discerning love hath sent ;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.

3 He knows when joyful hours are best,

He sends them as He sees it meet,
When thou hast borne the fiery test,

And now art freed from all deceit,
He comes to thee all unaware,
And makes thee own His loving care.

4 Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways ;

But do thine own part faithfully.
Trust His rich promises of grace,

So shall they be fulfilled in thee.
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

G. Neumark. Tr. C. Winkworth.

614

10,10,10 With Alleluia. For all the saints who from their labors

rest, Who Thee by faith before the world con

fessed, Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,

Alleluia ! Alleluia !

2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and

their might: Thou, Lord, their captain in the well

fought fight; Thou, in the darkness drear, their light of light.

Alleluia !

3 Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and

bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of

old, And win, with them, the victors' crown of gold.

Alleluia !

4 Oh, blest communion, fellowship divine !

We feebly struggle, they in glory shine ;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.

Alleluia !

5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare

long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.

Alleluia !

6 The golden evening brightens in the west ;

Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh

rest;

Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.

Alleluia !

7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious

day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of glory passes on His way.

Alleluia !

8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's

farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the

countless host, Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia !

W. W. How.

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8,7,8,7,7,7. Who are these like stars appearing,

These, before God's throne who stand ?
Each a golden crown is wearing ;

Who are all this glorious band ?
Alleluia ! hark, they sing,

Praising loud their heav'nly King.
2 Who are these of dazzling brightness,

These in God's own truth arrayed,
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,

Robes whose lustre ne'er shall fade,
Ne'er be touched by time's rude hand ?

Whence comes all this glorious band ? 3 These are they who have contended

For their Saviour's honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended,

Following not the sinful throng : These, who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained.

4 These are they whose hearts were riven,

Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven

With the God they glorified : Now, their painful conflict o'er,

God has bid them weep no more. 5 These, like priests, have watched and

waited,
Offering up to Christ their will,
Soul and body consecrated,

Day and night they serve Him still.
Now in God's most holy place,
Blest they stand before His face.

H. T. Schenck. Tr. F. E. Cox.