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Neither trial, nor temptation,
Doubt, nor fear, nor tribulation,
Can bereave us of salvation-
O how He loves!

6. Let us still this love be viewing-
O how He loves!

And, though faint, keep on pursuing—
O how He loves!

He will strengthen each endeavor,
And when passed o'er Jordan's river,
This shall be our song forever-
O how He loves!

C. P. M.

1. OFT when the waves of passion rise,
And storms of life conceal the skies,
And o'er the ocean sweep,
Tossed in the long tempestuous night,
We feel no ray of heavenly light
To cheer the lonely deep.

2. But lo! in our extremity,
The Saviour walking on the sea!
E'en now He passes by!

He silences our clamorous fear,
And mildly says, "Be of good cheer,
Be not afraid, 't is I."

3. Ah, Lord! if it be Thou indeed,
So near us in our time of need,
So good, so strong to save;-
Speak the kind word of power to me,
Bid me believe, and come to Thee,
Swift-walking on the wave.

4. He bids me come! His voice I know,
And boldly on the waters go,

And brave the tempest's shock: O'er rude temptations now I bound; The billows yield a solid ground, The wave is firm as rock!

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5. Come in, come in, Thou Prince of peace!
And all the storms of sin shall cease,
And fall, no more to rise:
O, if Thy Spirit still remain,
Our rest on distant shores we gain,
Our haven in the skies!

C. P. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. THY mercy heard my infant prayer,
Thy love, with all a mother's care,
Sustained my childish days:

Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,
And formed my heart to love Thy truth,
And filled my lips with praise.

2. Then e'en in age and grief, Thy name
Shall still my languid heart inflame,
And bow my faltering knee:
Oh! yet this bosom feels the fire,
This trembling hand and drooping lyre
Have yet a strain for Thee!

3. Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,
This voice transported shall record
Thy goodness, tried so long;
Till, sinking slow, with calm decay,
Its feeble murmurs melt away
Into a seraph's song.

C. P. M.

SIR R. GRANT.

1. COME on, my partners in distress,
My comrades in the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears
To that celestial hill.

2. Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that heavenly place,
The saint's secure abode;

On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

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3. Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,
And by his side sit down :
To patient faith the prize is sure;
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.

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7s & 6s.

1. THOUGH hard the winds are blowing, And loud the billows roar;

Full swiftly are we going

To our dear native shore.

2. The billows breaking o'er us,

The storms that round us swell,

Are aiding to restore us
To all we loved so well.

3. So sorrow often presses
Life's mariner along;
Afflictions and distresses

Are gales and billows strong.

4. The sharper and severer

The storm of life we meet,
The sooner and the nearer
Is heaven's eternal seat.

5. Come, then, afflictions dreary,
Sharp sickness pierce my breast-
You only bear the weary

More quickly home to rest.

8s & 7s.

1. TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

2. Life is real! life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul!

3. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end and way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

4. Lives of true men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
5. Footprints which perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother
Seeing, shall take heart again.

6. Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

LONGFELLOW.

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8s & 7s.

JOYFUL words-we meet again!
Love's own language, comfort darting
Through the souls of friends at parting;
Life in death- -we meet again!

While we walk this vale of tears,
Compassed around with care and sorrow,
Gloom to-day, and storm to-morrow,
"Meet again!" our bosom cheers.

Far in exile, when we roam,
O'er our lost endearments weeping,
Lonely, silent vigils keeping,

"Meet again!" transports us home.

When this weary world is past,
Happy they, whose spirits soaring,
Vast eternity exploring,

"Meet again" in heaven at last.

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8s & 7s.

1. FULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation!
I Thy timely aid implore;
Suffering Son of Man, be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain;
By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By Thy more than mortal pain.
2. Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In thy days of flesh below;
When thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe;
When Thou didst our curse inherit,
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burdened with a wounded spirit,
Bruised by all the wrath of God.
3. By Thy most severe temptation,
In that dark, Satanic hour;
By Thy last, mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.
By Thy fainting in the garden,
By Thy bloody sweat, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.
4. By the travail of Thy Spirit,
By Thine outcry on the tree,
By Thine agonizing merit,

In
my pangs, remember me!
By Thy death I Thee conjure,
A weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me patient to endure,

Make me faithful to the end.

7s & 6s.

1. WHEN human hopes all wither,
And friends no aid supply,
Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye?

C. WESLEY.

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