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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:
Fresh strength for my labour on earth he bu

And above I shall bask in eternal repose.

IIYMN 210. S. M. D.
BEHOLD the prince of life

Naild to th' uplifted wood;
His temples twind with rugged thorns,
His body bath'd in blood !
But froin this dreadful scene
What joys and glories rise!
For by this cross shall sinners live,

By this ascend the skies.
2 This cross a magnet prove,

That shall attract mankind;
Here God appears supremely just,
And here supremely kind.
When sceptres, crowns, and thrones
Melt in the unbounded flame,
Heav'n shall the wonders of the cross
In endless praise proclaim.

IIYMN 211. P. M.
1 LORD, how great's the favour.

That we, such sinners poor,
Can, tlirough thy death's sweet savour,

Approach thy mercy's door
Ard find an open passage

Unto the throne of grace,
There wait the welcome message,

Which bids us go in peace!
2 Lord we are helpless creatures,

Full of the deepest need,
Throughout defiled by nature,

Stupid and inly dead;
Our strength is perfeet weakness,

And all we have is sin;
Our hearts are all uncleannese,

A den of thieves within.

3 In this forlorn condition,

Who shall afford is aid?
Where shall we find compassion,

But in the church's head?
Jesus, thou art all pity,

Oh! take us to thine arms,
And exercise thy mercy,

To save us from all harms. 4 We'll never cease repeating

Our numberless complaints,
But ever be entreating

The glorious King of saints;
Till we attain the image

Of him we inly love,
And pay our grateful homage

With all the saints above. 5 Then we, with all in glory,

Shall thankfully relate
Th’ amazing, pleasing story,

Of Jesu's love so great:
In this blest contemplation,

We shall for ever dwell,
And prove such consolation

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,
Till on Calvary's mount I view'd thee,

Bearing my reproach and blame:
Then o'erwhelmed with shame and sorrow,

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;
That with the world, myself and thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
3 Teach me to live that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed:
Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the judgment day. 4 O let my soul on thee repose !

And may sweet sleep mine eye-lids close;
Sleep that shall me more vig'rouse make,

To serve my God when I awake. 5 O when shall I, in endless day,

For ever chase dark sieep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
Glory to thee, eternal King!

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,
Who cries in his anguish, “Save, Lord! or we

3 And O! when the whirlwind of passion israging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is

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.
I VIIEN gath'ring clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;
He feels my grief, and sees my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To tly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,

Shall guard ine in that dang’rous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies:
Then he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 And, oh! when I have safely past

Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
Stili. still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death--for thou hast died:
Then point to realms of endless dy,
And wipe the latest tear away.

HYMN 216. C. M.

For Children. 1 HE children's angels always view,

Their heavenly Father's face ; His joyful messengers and true,

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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
To God Himself our wants are known,

The Lord to us is kind.
4 Yes;-every comfort here below,

And every hope above;
All that we have and are, we owe

To his unfailing love.
5 Then let us act as in his sight,

And on our humble way,
Walk in the liberty of light,

As children of the day. 6 Young though we be, and in the prime

Of life's unfolding powers,
Of all the moments of our time,

This, only this, is ours.
7 We seize it, Lord, before 'tis past;

We yield ourselves to thee;
Thine be our earliest years, our last,
And our eternity.

HYMN 217. L. M. 1

Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,

One final song of grateful praise. 2 Christians, we here may meet no more;

But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, releas'd from toil and pain,
Dear brethren, we shall meet again.

HYMN 218. C. M.


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And taste thy heav'nly grace,
Thy smiles are so divinely sweet,

We're loath to leave the place.
2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will,

That we must part again,

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