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ECKHARDTSHEIM. C. M.

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The Covenant.

My God, the covenant of thy love
Abides for ever sure;
And in its matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.

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My Father, God! how sweet the sound!
How tender and how dear!

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CHARLES ZEUNER.

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3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, Of love and truth divine;

O child of God, O glory's heir!
How rich a lot is thine!

4 A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!

Henry F. Lyte.

BREMEN. C. P. M.

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O Lord, how happy should we be, If we could cast our care on thee, If we from self could

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3 Oh, that I could, with favored John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast:
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord! to find in thee
My everlasting rest!

4 God only knows the love of God;
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For this I sigh; for thee I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine the better part!

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Charles Wesley.

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GLADNESS. C. M. D.

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When I had wandered from his fold, His love the wand'rer sought; When slave-like into bondage sold, D.S.-And as with blessings it hath teemed,

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His blood my freedom bought; Therefore that life, by him redeemed, Is his thro' all its days; let it teem with praise.

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Fr. ORATORY HYMNS.

906 God's Peace.-Phil, 4:7.

WE bless thee for thy peace, O God!
Deep as the soundless sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of thos who trust in thee.

2 We ask not, Father, for repose
Which comes from outward rest,
If we may have through all life's woes
Thy peace within our breast; -

When sunk in sorrow, I despaired,

And changed my hopes for fears; He bore my griefs, my burden shared, And wiped away my tears.

3 Therefore the joy by him restored,
To him by right belongs;
And to my gracious, loving Lord,

I'll sing through life my songs:
For I am his, and he is mine,
The God whom I adore!
My Father, Saviour, Comforter,
Now and for evermore.

D.S.

J. S. B. Monsell.

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3 That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial-way too long,
But leaves the end with thee.

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GREENPORT. C. M. D.

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Hiding-place.

THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord!
In thee I put my trust;

Encouraged by thy holy word,

A feeble child of dust:

I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea;
And 't is enough my Saviour died,
My Saviour died for me!

I urge no oth-er plea; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Sav-iour died for me!

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the vail:

From strife of tongues, and bitter words,
My spirit flies to thee;

Joy to my heart the thought affords,
My Saviour died for me!

Arr. fr. THAlberg.

This body to decay,

And life in its last lingering sands

Is ebbing fast away;

Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on thee,
And ask for strength in death to speak,
"My Saviour died for me."

Thomas Raffles.

I have no argument be-side,

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3 And when thine awful voice commands 3 Oh, teach us, Lord, to know and own

This wondrous mystery,

That thou with us art truly one,
And we are one with thee!

2 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by thee;

The gall, the curse, the wrath, were thine,
To set thy members free.
Ascended now, in glory bright,

Still one with us thou art;

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and thee can part.

Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on thy throne,

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That thou with us art one.

James G. Deck.

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