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 be stows,
And above I shall bask in eternal repose.
HYMN 210. S. M. D.
EHOLD the prince of life
Nail'd to th' uplifted wood;
His temples twin'd with rugged thorns,
His body bath'd in blood!
But from 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.
HYMN 211. P. M.
LORD, how great's the favour.
That we, such sinners poor,
Can, through thy death's sweet savour,
Approach thy mercy's door
And 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 perfect weakness,
And all we have is sin;
Our hearts are all uncleanness,
A den of thieves within.
3 In this forlorn condition,
Who shall afford us 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.
MY Lord! I've often mused
On thy wond'rous love to me;
How I have the same abused,
lighted, 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 unwearied thou pursu'dst me;
Still thy calls repeated 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.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light:
Keep me, O keep me, king of kings,
Beneath 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 we perish.
HEN through 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, We fly to our Maker; "Save, Lord! or we perish.' 20 Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow 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 perish."
3 And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its wild
Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer: "Save, Lord! or we perish.” HYMN 215. P. M.
A compassionate High Priest.
WHEN 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 fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me 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 day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 216. C. M.
For Children.
THE 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
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.
christian brethren, ere we part,
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.
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,
when here we meet,
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