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No sorrow, no sighing shall ever anuoy,
The heavenly banquet I there shall enjoy. 7 If my labouring body goes weary to rest,
Yet saved by the mercy of Jesus I'm blest:
IIYMN 210. S. M. D.
Naild to th' uplifted wood;
By this ascend the skies.
That shall attract mankind;
IIYMN 211. P. M.
That we, such sinners poor,
Approach thy mercy's door
Unto the throne of grace,
Which bids us go in peace!
Full of the deepest need,
Stupid and inly dead;
And all we have is sin;
A den of thieves within.
3 In this forlorn condition,
Who shall afford is aid?
But in the church's head?
Oh! take us to thine arms,
To save us from all harms. 4 We'll never cease repeating
Our numberless complaints,
The glorious King of saints;
Of him we inly love,
With all the saints above. 5 Then we, with all in glory,
Shall thankfully relate
Of Jesu's love so great:
We shall for ever dwell,
As none below can tell.
HYMN 212. P. M. 1 MY Lord! I've often mused
On thy wond'rous love to me; How I have the same abused,
2!ighted, disregarded thee! To thy church and thee a stranger,
Pleased with what displeased thee; Lost, yet could perceive no danger;
Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But inwearied thou pursu'dst me;
Still thy calls repeateil came,
Bearing my reproach and blame:
Whilst I view each pierced limb, Tears 'bedew the scourge's furrow,
Mingling with the purple stream.
3 I no more at Mary wonder,
Dropping tears upon the grave? Earnest asking all around her,
Where is he who died to save? Dying love her heart attracted:
Soon she felt his rising power; He, who Mary thus affected,
Bids his mourners weep no more.
HYMN 213. L. M.
1 ALORY to thee, my Gel, this night,
Keep me, o keep me, king of kings,
Bencath thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
The grave as little as my bed:
Rise glorious at the judgment day. 4 O let my soul on thee repose !
And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close;
To serve my God when I awake. 5 O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sieep away,
HYMN 214. P. M.
Save, Lord! or wc perish. 1 W VHEN túrough the torn sail the wild tempest
is streaming. When o’er the dark waves the red lightning is
gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seamen to cherish,
Wefly to our Maker; “Save, Lord! or we perish.' ? O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billoiv
Arous'd by the shriek of despair from thy pillow
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
waging, Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to
cherish, Rebuke the destroyer: “Save, Lordlor we perish."
HYMN 215, P. M.
A compassionate High Priest.
And days are dark, and friends are few,
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
Shall guard ine in that dang’rous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies:
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
HYMN 216. C. M.
For Children. 1 HE children's angels always view,
Their heavenly Father's face ; His joyful messengers and true,
in providence and grace :--
2 To guard our feeble steps: to keep
From harm our living breath: Watch o'er our senses while we sleep,
And waft us home in death. 3 But not to angels' care alone,
Poor children are consign'd
The Lord to us is kind.
And every hope above;
To his unfailing love.
And on our humble way,
As children of the day. 6 Young though we be, and in the prime
Of life's unfolding powers,
This, only this, is ours.
We yield ourselves to thee;
HYMN 217. L. M. 1
Join every voice and every heart;
One final song of grateful praise. 2 Christians, we here may meet no more;
But there is yet a happier shore;
HYMN 218. C. M.
And taste thy heav'nly grace,
We're loath to leave the place.
That we must part again,