3 I've seen an end of what we call How short the powers of nature fall, 4 Our faith, and love, and every grace, 194. L. M. The Scriptures. ANONYMOUS. 1 LAMP of our feet! whose hallowed beam 2 In the sweet morning's hour of prime, 3 Lamp of our feet! which day by day Our last low dwelling hath no gloom. To whom thy blessed hope is given 195. C. M. Comfort from the Bible. WATTS. 1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice, There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 4 The best relief that mourners have, 196. L. M. The Same. ANONYMOUS. 1 THOU Book of life!-in thee are found 2 Thou art a banquet;-choicest food 3 Light of the world! thy beams impart Nor let me from thy guidance stray. 4 Healer of all the woes of life! The balm of souls diseased; to save 1 Ir is the one true light, E. TAYLOR. When other lamps grow dim, It is Love's blessed band, That reaches from the throne To him-whoe'er he be-whose hand Will seize it for his own! 2 It is the golden key Unto celestial wealth, Joy to the sons of poverty, And to the sick man, health! Of one who knows and best 3 It is the sweetest sound That infant years can hear, And how it smooths the dying bed, CHRIST; HIS CHARACTER AND OFFICES. 198. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. 199. The Saviour Foretold. 1 BEHOLD my servant; see him rise Him have I chosen, and in him 2 On him in rich effusion poured, My truth and judgment he shall show 3 Gentle and still shall be his voice; 4 The feeble spark to flames he'll raise; Judgment he shall bring forth to truth, power 5 The progress of his zeal and 11s. M. "Prepare ye the Way of the Lord." DRUMMOND. 1 A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, way! And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. 200. 7s. M. Report of the Watchman. BOWRING. 1 WATCHMAN! tell us of the night, 2 Watchman! tell us of the night; 3 Watchman! tell us of the night, 151 |