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880 Progress.— Esa. 40:31.
LIKE the eagle, upward, onward,

Let my soul in faith be borne:
Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward,

Let my eye unshrinking turn ! 2 Where the cross, God's love revealing,

Sets the fettered spirit free,
Where it sheds its wondrous healing,

There, my soul, thy rest shall be! 3 Oh, may I no longer, dreaming,

Idly waste my golden day,
But, each precious hour redeeming,

Upward, onward, press my way!

882 Psalm 127.
VAINLY, through night's weary hours,

Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ;
Vain our bulwarks and our towers,

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.

Horatius Bonar,

Harriet Auber.


PILGRIMS in this vale of sorrow,

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.

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884 "Brother's Beeper."—Gen. 4 : 9.
BLESSÉD angels, high in heaven,

O'er the penitent rejoice;
Hast thou for thy brother striven

With an importuning voice?
2 Art thou not thy brother's keeper?

Canst thou not his soul obtain ?

He that wakes his brother sleeper

Double light himself shall gain.
3 Then, when ends this life's short fever,

They, who many turn to God,
Like the stars shall shine for ever,

In eternal brotherhood !




Onward, Christian, tho' the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God has set a guardian legion Very near thee; press thou on.

885 Christlikeness.
ONWARD, Christian, though the region

Where thou art be drear and lone;
God has set a guardian legion

Very near thee; press thou on.
2 By the thorn-road, and none other,

Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother;

Jesus trod it; press thou on.
3 Be this world the wiser, stronger,

For thy life of pain and peace, While it needs thee; oh, no longer

Pray thou for thy quick release.
4 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather,

That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus, "Father,
Not my will, but thine, be done."

Samuel Johnson.

886 Not Your Own."
LORD of glory! thou hast bought us,

With thy life-blood as the price,
Never grudging, for the lost ones,

That tremendous sacrifice.
2 Grant us hearts, dear Lord! to yield thee

Gladly, freely, of thine own;
With the sunshine of thy goodness,

Melt our thankless hearts of stone ;3 Wondrous honor hast thou given

To our humblest charity,
In thine own mysterious sentence,

“ Ye have done it unto me!”
4 Give us faith, to trust thee boldly,

Hope, to stay our souls on thee;
But, oh,- best of all thy graces,-

Give us thine own charity.

Mrs. E. S. Alderson.



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.

Isaac Watts.




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!
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades,

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:

Isaac Watts.



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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.

John Bowring.

Anna L. Waring.



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.

892 Assurance.
WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

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.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul




In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

893 “ Saints' Enbentory."
IF God is mine, then present things

And things to come are mine;
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit too,

And glory all divine.
2 If he is mine, then from his love

He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,

And bliss his rod attends.
3 If he is mine, let friends forsake,

Let wealth and honor flee:
Sure he who giveth me himself

Is more than these to me.
4 Oh, tell me, Lord, that thou art mine;

What can I wish beside ?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.

Benjamin Beddome.


Isaac Watts.




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.
UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,

And fixed as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,

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.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,

And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise,

Where Christ, their Lord, is gone.

895 Perseberance.
FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands,

My Lord, my hope, my trust;
If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.
2 His honor is engaged to save

The meanest of his sheep;
All, whom his heavenly Father gave,

His hands securely keep.
3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove
His favorites from his breast

In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.

Isaac Watts.

Isaac Watts.

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