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880 Progress.— Esa. 40:31.
Let my soul in faith be borne:
Let my eye unshrinking turn ! 2 Where the cross, God's love revealing,
Sets the fettered spirit free,
There, my soul, thy rest shall be! 3 Oh, may I no longer, dreaming,
Idly waste my golden day,
Upward, onward, press my way!
882 Psalm 127.
Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ;
But for God's protecting arm. 2 Vain were all our toil and labor,
Did not God that labor bless; Vain, without his grace and favor,
Every talent we possess. 3
Vainer still the hope of heaven,
That on human strength relies; But to him shall help be given,
Who in humble faith applies. 4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed;
He will grant us peace and rest: Ne'er was suppliant disappointed,
Who thro' Christ his prayer addressed.
Pressing onward toward the prize, Strength and comfort here we borrow
From the Hand that rules the skies. 2 'Mid these scenes of self-denial,
We are called the race to run; We must meet full many a trial
Ere the victor's crown is won. 3 Love shall every conflict lighten,
Hope shall urge us swifter on, Faith shall every prospect brighten,
Till the morn of heaven shall dawn. 4 On the eternal arm reclining,
We at length shall win the day; All the powers of earth combining,
Shall not snatch our crown away.
Arr. fr. MENDELSSOHN.
WILSON. 88, 78.
Hast thou for thy
884 "Brother's Beeper."—Gen. 4 : 9.
O'er the penitent rejoice;
With an importuning voice?
Canst thou not his soul obtain ?
He that wakes his brother sleeper
Double light himself shall gain.
They, who many turn to God,
In eternal brotherhood !
WESTMINSTER. 88, 7s.
J. P. HOLBROOK.
Onward, Christian, tho' the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on.
Where thou art be drear and lone;
Very near thee; press thou on.
Is the mount of vision won;
Jesus trod it; press thou on.
For thy life of pain and peace, While it needs thee; oh, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release.
That thou be a faithful son;
886 “Not Your Own."
With thy life-blood as the price,
That tremendous sacrifice.
Gladly, freely, of thine own;
Melt our thankless hearts of stone ;3 Wondrous honor hast thou given
To our humblest charity,
“ Ye have done it unto me!”
Hope, to stay our souls on thee;
Give us thine own charity.
Mrs. E. S. Alderson.
QUEBEC. L. M.
887 The Beatitudes.
4 Blest are the men whose pities move BLEST are the humble souls that see
And melt with sympathy and love; Their emptiness and poverty;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Treasures of grace to them are given,
Like sympathy and love again. And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
5 Blest are the men of peaceful life, 2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
Who quench the coals of growing strife; From rage and passion, noise and war;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss, God will secure their happy state,
The sons of God, the God of peace. And plead their cause against the great.
6 Blest are the sufferers, who partake 3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Hunger and long for righteousness;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; They shall be well supplied and fed
Glory and joy are their reward. With living streams and living bread.
WARRINGTON. L. M.
SSS Security and Best.
Their souls are ever bright as noon, LORD, how secure and blest are they
And calm as summer evenings be. Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, 4 How oft they look to heavenly hills, Their minds have heaven and peace within.
Where streams of living pleasures flow;
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Sit undisturbed upon their brow!
5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys, Their nightly minutes gently move.
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
That heaven prepares for their delight. But fly not half so swift away:
WARE. L. M.
890 I Subdued Spirit.
891 Bemembrance. BENEATH thy wing, O God, I rest,
EARTH's transitory things decay; Under thy shadow safely lie,
Its pomps, its pleasures pass away; By thine own strength in peace possest, But the sweet memory of the good
While dreaded evils pass me by. Survives in the vicissitude. 2 With strong desire, I here can stay 2 As, 'mid the ever-rolling sea,
To see thy love its work complete; The eternal isles established be, Here can I wait a long delay,
'Gainst which the surges of the main Reposing at my Saviour's feet.
Fret, dash, and break themselves in vain ;3 My place of lowly service too,
3 As in the heavens, the urns divine Beneath that sheltering wing I see; Of golden light for ever shine; For all the work I have to do,
Tho'clouds may darken, storms may rage, Is done thro' strengthening trust in thee. They still shine on from age to age ;4 In faith and patience is repose, 4 So, through the ocean tide of years,
In faith and rest my strength shall be; The memory of the just appears; And, when thy joy the church o'erflows, So, through the tempest and the gloom, I know that it will visit me.
The good man's virtues light the tomb.
Anna L. Waring.
BROWN. C. M.
When I can read my ti - tle clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to ev-ery fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heaven, my all!
W. B. BRADBURY.
In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
893 “ Saints' Enbentory."
And things to come are mine;
And glory all divine.
He every trouble sends;
And bliss his rod attends.
Let wealth and honor flee:
Is more than these to me.
What can I wish beside ?
PALESTRINA. C. M.
G. P. A. PALESTRINA.
Unshaken as the sacred hill, And fixed as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, That leans, O Lord, on thee!
894 Psalm 125.
And fixed as mountains be,
That leans, O Lord, on thee! 2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love,
That every saint surround.
And lead them safely on
Where Christ, their Lord, is gone.
My Lord, my hope, my trust;
My soul can ne'er be lost.
The meanest of his sheep;
His hands securely keep.