3 I saw his mighty arm

Stretched o'er the rolling wave;

He snatched my life from threatening harm,
And showed his power to save.

4 How, then, can I refuse

The glad and grateful strain?

The Lord thy wasted strength renews,
And makes me well again.

5 Oh! may my future days

My gratitude display;

Nor speak alone, but live thy praise,
Through each revolving day.

411.

C. M.

Sickness and Recovery.

1 MY God! thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;

Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thine arms of everlasting love

Did this weak frame sustain,

When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Calmly I bowed my fainting head,
On thy dear faithful breast;

Pleased to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest.

4 Into thy hands, my Saviour-God!
Did I my soul resign,

In firm reliance on that truth

Which made salvation mine.

5 Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command I come;
Nor will I ask a speedier flight
To my celestial home.

6 Where thou appointest mine abode,
There would I choose to be;

For, in the presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

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412.

The Mind that was in Christ.

1 FATHER of eternal grace! Glorify thyself in me;

Meekly beaming in my face,
May the world thine image see.
2 Happy only in thy love,

Poor, unfriended, or unknown;
Fix my thoughts on things above,-
Stay my heart on thee alone.

3 Humble, holy, all-resigned

To thy will:-thy will be done!
Give me, Lord! the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path he trod;
Die with Jesus on the cross,-
Rise with him, to thee, my God!
L. M.

413.

Holiness and Grace.
1 SO let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel, we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all-divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour-God;
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Religion bears our spirits up,

While we expect that blessed hope,-
The bright appearance of the Lord;-
And faith stands leaning on his word.
C. M.

414.

Hope in Affliction.

1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain,

How sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain!

2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;
"T is not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still ;-

3 It is that heaven-taught faith surveys
The path to realms of light,

And longs her eagle-plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that hope with ardor glows
To see him face to face,

Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.

5 It is that harrassed conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;

Sees, though afar, the hand that heals
And ends her war within.

6 Oh! let me wing my hallowed flight,
From earth-born wo and care,
And soar beyond these realms of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.

415.

C. L. M.

Faith struggling in Darkness.

1 OH! let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils the sky;
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,
Wrapt yet in mystery:

I cannot, Lord thy purpose see,
But all is well since ruled by thee.
2 Thus trusting in thy love, I tread
The path of duty on:

What though some cherished joys are fled,
Some flattering dreams are gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain ;

Why should my spirit then complain ?

416.

C. M.

Presence of God in Afflictions.

1 THY gracious presence, O my God!
Can soothe my inward pains:
With this, beneath affliction's load,
My heart no more complains.

2 This can my every care control,
And gild each scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul;
Without it, all is night.

3 My Lord! my Life! Oh! cheer my heart, With thy reviving ray;

Oh! bid these mournful shades depart,
And bring the dawn of day.

4 Oh! happy scenes of pure delight,
Where thy full beams arise:

Unclouded beauty to the sight,-
Sweet rapture and surprise!

5 Lord! shall these breathings of my heart Aspire, in vain, to thee?

Confirm my hope, that, where thou art,
I shall for ever be.

6 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing
The darkest hours away,

And rise, on faith's expanding wing,
To everlasting day.

417.

L. M.

Submission to the Will of God. I WAIT, O my soul! thy Maker's will; Tumultuous passions! all be still! Nor let a murm'ring thought arise,His ways are just,-his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work,-the cause conceals; But, though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 Wait then, my soul! submissive wait,Prostrate before his awful seat: Mid all the terrors of his rod,

Still trust a wise and gracious God.

418.

C. M.

The christian Soldier.

1 AM I a soldier of the cross,

A foll'wer of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil-endure the pain,-
Supported by thy word.

4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;

They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

5 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine,

In robes of vict'ry, through the skies,→
The glory shall be thine.

419.

C. M.

Christian Assurance.

1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,-
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God!-I know his name;
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face,

And, in the New-Jerusalem,
Appoint my soul a place.

420.

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The three Mounts.

1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend, in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,-
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too-transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here, I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;