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3. Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

4. See the kind angels at the gates
Inviting us to come!

There Jesus, the forerunner, waits
To welcome travelers home!

5. There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit-
And, with transporting joys, recount
The labors of our feet.

6. Eternal glory to the King,

That brought us safely through;
Our tongue shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.

WATTS.

C. M.

1. LET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;

But we'll confess, O Lord! to Thee,
What feeble things we are.

2. Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;

A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3. Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies, if one be gone;

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

4. But 't is our God supports our frame-
The God who built us first;
Salvation to th' Almighty Name
That reared us from the dust.

WATTS.

1. FEW are thy days, and full of woe,
O man of woman born!

Thy doom is written-" Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return!"

2. Determined are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;

The numbered hour is on the wing,
Which lays thee with the dead.

3. Gay is thy morning: flattering hope
Thy sprightly steps attends;
But soon the tempest howls behind,
And the dark night descends!

4. Before its splendid hour, the cloud
Comes o'er the beam of light;

A pilgrim in a weary land,

Man tarries but a night!

S. M.

1. O THROW away Thy rod!
O throw away Thy wrath!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle path.

2. Thou seest my heart's desire
Still unto Thee is bent;
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.

3. Although I fail, I weep;

Although I halt in pace,
Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the throne of grace.

4. O then let wrath remove;

For love will do the deed;

LOGAN.

Love will the conquest gain; with love
E'en stony hearts will bleed.

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5. O throw away thy rod!

What though man frailties hath?
Thou art my Saviour and my God;
O throw away thy wrath!

S. M.

1. My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2. Ah! whither shall I fly ?
I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3. When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;

But sure a friendly whisper says→→→
"Flee from the wrath to come."

4. I see, or think I see,

A glimmering from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me
To save me from despair.

5. Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,

And watch the rising day.

COWPER.

1. WHEN on the giddy cliff I stand,
I see the billows roar,

And, breaking on the coral strand,
Whiten with foam the shore.

2. But 't is in vain they strive to break
Beyond the bounds decreed;

"No farther come!" let God but speak,
No farther they proceed.

3. Though furiously their heads they rear,
And mingle sea and skies,

They smooth as polished glass appear,
If" Peace, be still!" He cries.

4. Shall winds and waves their God obey,
And I refuse to hear?

Shall He, that bounds the flowing sea,
Not bind me with His fear?

5. O Thou! who rulest seas and skies,
Corruption's flood control;

Nor let the waves of passion rise
Within my troubled soul.

6. Then I, within Thy sacred mound,
Shall, in obedience blest,

Calm, gently flowing, kiss the bound,
And wait eternal rest.

1. WHEN, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.

2. O, lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

3. Within Thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;

Thou art the tower of my defense,
The refuge where I hide.

4. Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear Thy name;
If endless life be their reward,

I shall possess the same.

WATTS.

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1. I FAINT, my soul doth faint,

My strength, a broken reed!
Would this so long be my complaint,
Were I a saint indeed?

2. The sins I fancied quell'd,
Again in arms arise;

The promise that I thought I held,
Refuses its supplies.

3. My bosom burns with shame,
And yet is icy cold;
Even to breathe the Saviour's name
Seems now to be too bold.

4. So oft my soul hath trod
The same sad path astray,
How can I turn again to God?
What venture now to say?

5. Thou, Saviour, only Thou

Canst meet my utter need,

And should'st Thou save the rebel now,
It will be grace indeed!

S. M.

1. JUST o'er the grave I hung;
No pardon met my eyes;

As blessings never greet the slain,
And hope shall never rise.

2. Sweet mercy to my soul

Revealed no charming ray;
Before me rose a long, dark night,
With no succeeding day.

3. I saw, beyond the tomb,

The awful Judge appear,

MRS. GILBERT.

Prepared to scan with strict account
My blessings, wasted here.