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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.
1. Thy


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.

SIR R. GRANT, 870.

C. P. M.
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,

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.

75 & 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. 872.

88 & 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 tomorrow

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

Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.



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1. JOYFUL words—we meet again!

Love's own language, comfort darting
Through the souls of friends at parting;

Life in death—we meet again !
2. 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.
3. Far in exile, when we roam,

O’er our lost endearments weeping,
Lonely, silent vigils keeping,

“Meet again!" transports us home.
4. When this weary world is past,

Happy they, whose spirits soaring,
Vast eternity exploring,

“ Meet again” in heaven at last.


88 & 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. C. WESLEY.


75 & 6s.
1. WHEN human hopes all wither,

And friends no aid supply,
Then whither, Lord, ah! whither

Can turn my straining eye?

'Mid storms of grief still rougher,

'Midst darker, deadlier shade, That cross where Thou didst suffer,

On Calvary was display'd.
2. On that my gaze I fasten,

My refuge that I make;
Though sorely Thou may'st chasten,

Thou never canst forsake.
Thou, on that cross didst languish,

Ere glory crowned Thy head!
And I, through death, and anguish,

Must be to glory led.


88 & 7s.
1. LONE, amid the dead and dying,

Lord, my spirit faints for Thee;
Longing, thirsting, drooping, sighing-

When shall I Thy presence see?
2. O, how altered my condition;

Late I led the joyous throng;
Beat my heart with full fruition,

Flowed my lips with grateful song. 3. Now the storm goes wildly o’er me,

Waves on waves my soul confound; Naught but boding fears before me,

Naught but threatening foes around. 4. Save me, save me, O my Father !

To Thy faithful word I cling;
Thence, my soul! thy comfort gather;

Hope! and thou again shalt sing.

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1. As flows the rapid river,

With channel broad and free
Its waters rippling ever,

And hastening to the sea.

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