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Contented now upon my thigh

I halt till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from thee to move ; Thy nature and thy name is Love. Lame as I am, I take the prey ;

Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome ; I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, Hy home;
Through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

Dost ask who that may be ?
Christ Jesus, it is he,
Lord Sabaoth his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.

MARTIN LUTHER. Translation

of F. H. HEDGE.

JEWISH HYMN IN JERUSALEM.

CHARLES WESLEY.

God of the thunder ! from whose cloudy seat

The fiery winds of Desolation flow; Father of vengeance ! that with purple feet

Like a full wine-press tread'st the world below; The embattled armies wait thy sign to slay, Nor springs the beast of havoc on his prey, Nor withering Famine walks his blasted way,

Till thou hast marked the guilty land for woe.

O GOD! OUR HELP IN AGES PAST.

O GOD! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home!
Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight

Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away ;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
O God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guide while troubles last,
And our eternal home!

ISAAC WATTS.

God of the rainbow ! at whose gracious sign

The billows of the proud their rage suppress; Father of mercies! at one word of thine

An Eden blooms in the waste wilderness, And fountains sparkle in the arid sands, And timbrels ring in maidens' glancing hands, And marble cities crown the laughing lands,

And pillared temples rise thy name to bless. lo O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke, O Lord !

The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate, Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian's sword,

Even her foes wept to see her fallen state ; And heaps her ivory palaces became, Her princes wore the captive's garb of shame, Her temples sank amid the smouldering flame,

For thou didst ride the tempest cloud of fate.

O'er Judah's land thy rainbow, Lord, shall beam,

And the sad City lift her crownless head, And songs shall wake and dancing footsteps gleam

In streets where broods the silence of the dead. The sun shall shine on Salem's gilded towers, | On Carmel's side our maidens cull the flowers | To deck at blushing eve their bridal bowers,

And angel feet the glittering Sion tread.

A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD.

EIN' FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT,
A MIGHTY fortress is our God,

A bulwark never failing ;
Our helper he amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with equal hate,

On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,

Our striving would be losing ;
Were not the right man on our side,

The man of God's own choosing.

Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand, And Abraham's children were led forth for

slaves. With fettered steps we left our pleasant land,

Envying our fathers in their peaceful graves. The strangers' bread with bitter tears we steep, And when our weary eyes should sink to sleep, In the mute midnight we steal forth to weep,

Where the pale willows shade Euphrates' waves.

The born in sorrow shall bring forth in joy ; | Thy mercy, Lord, shall lead thy children home;

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SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul

Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then controll

Any thought of waving. But when all my care and pains Cannot give the name of gains To thy wretch so full of stains, What delight or hgpe remains ?

ROCK OF AGES, CLEFT FOR ME.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee !
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure, —
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

What (childe), is the balance thine,

Thinc the poisc and mcasure ?
If I say, Thou shalt be mine,

Finger not my treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, onely he
Who for man was sold can sce,
That transferred the accounts to me.
But as I can see no merit

Leading to this favour :
So the way to fit me for it

Is beyond my savour.
As the reason then is thine,
So the way is none of mine :
I disclaim the whole designe;
Sinne disclaims and I resigne.
That is all, if that I could

Get without repining;
And my clay my creature would

Follow my resigning :
That as I did freely part
With my gloric and desert,
Left all joycs to feel all smart ---
Ah! no more : thou break'st my heart.

GEORGE HERBERT.

Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone, --
Thou must save, and thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,-
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY.

JUST AS I AM.

WHEN GATHERING CLOUDS AROUND I

VIEW.

Just as I am, - without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee, –

O Lamb of God, I come ! I come !
Just as I am, - and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, -

O Lamb of God, I come! I come !
Just as I am, – though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without, -

O Lamb of God, I come ! I come!
Just as I am, — poor, wretched, blind ;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, -

O Lamb of God, I come ! I come!

When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean who not in vain
Experienced every human pain ;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

Just as I am, —thou wilt receive ;
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ;
Because thy promise I believe, -

O Lamb of God, I come ! I come !

If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall his pitying aid bestow
Who felt on earth severer woe,
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those who shared his daily bread.
If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed my spirit dies,
Still he who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair

Just as I am, - thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down ;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, -
O Lamb of God, I come ! I come !

ANONYMOUS.

Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

'T is done, the great transaction 's done!

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

Now rest my long-divided heart,

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart,

With him of every good possessed.

When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
And 0, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, — for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

SIR ROBERT GRANT.

High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear ; Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

HOPEFULLY WAITING.

“ Blessed are they who are homesick, for they shall come at lasi to their Father's house."- HEINRICH STILLING.

“THOU HAST PUT ALL THINGS

UNDER HIS FEET.” O NORTII, with all thy vales of green!

O South, with all thy palms ! From peopled towns and fields between

Uplift the voice of psalms.
Raise, ancient East ! the anthem high,
And let the youthful West reply.
Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears

God's well-beloved Son.
He brings a train of brighter years,

His kingilom is begun.
He comes a guilty world to bless
With mercy, truth, and righteousness.

Not as you meant, О learned man, and good! | Do I accept thy words of truth and rest ;

God, knowing all, knows what for me is best. And gives me what I need, not what he could,

Nor always as I would !
I shall go to the Father's house, and see

Him and the Elder Brother face to face, —
What day or hour I know not. Let me be
Steadfast in work, and earnest in the race,

Not as a homesick child who all day long
Whines at its play, and seldom speaks in song.

O Father ! haste the promised hour,

When at his feet shall lie All rule, authority, and power,

Beneath the ample sky; When he shall reign from pole to pole, The Lord of every human soul;

If for a time some loved one goes away,

And leaves us our appointed work to do,

Can we to him or to ourselves be true
In mourning his departure day by day,

And so our work delay ?
Nay, if we love and honor, we shall make

The absence brief by doing well our task, — Not for ourselves, but for the dear One's sake! And at his coming only of him ask

Approval of the work, which most was done,
Not for ourselves, but our Beloved One!

When all shall heed the words he said,

Amid their daily cares,
And by the loving life he led

Shall strive to pattern theirs :
And he who conquered Death shall win
The mightier conquest over Sin.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

Our Father's house, I know, is broad and grand;

In it how many, many mansions are !

And far beyond the light of sun or star, Four little ones of mine through that fair land

Are walking hand in hand ! Think you I love not, or that I forget

These of my loins ? Still this world is fair,
And I am singing while my eyes are wet
With weeping in this balmy summer air:

Yet I'm not homesick, and the children hero
Have need of me, and so my way is clear.

0, HAPPY DAY THAT FIXED MY

CHOICE!

O, HAPPY day that fixed my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.

I would be joyful as my days go by, 1 Counting God's mercies to me. He who bore

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