Soldiers, all begin to sing,
Glory to our conquering king.

HYMN 276. P. M.
OW strange is the course that a Christian

must steer!
How perplexed is the path he must tread!
The hope of his happiness rises from fear,

And his life he receives from the dead. 2 His fairest pretensions must wholly be waved,

And his best resolutions be crossed ; Nor can he expect to be perfectly saved,

Till he find himself utterly lost. 3 When all this is done, and his heart is assured

Of the total remission of sins;
When his pardon is signed, and his peace is

procured,
From that moment bis conflict begins.

HYMN 277, P. M. 1

Whatever distress may betide;
The saints may commit all their cares

To him, who will surely provide:
When rain, long withheld from the earth,

Occasion'd a famine of bread,
The prophet, secure from the dearth,

By ravens was constantly fed. 2 More likely to rob than to feed,

Were ravens, who live upon prey;
But when the Lord's people have need,

His goodness will find out a way;
This instance to those may seem strange

Who know not how faith can prevail;
But sooner all nature shall change,

Than one of God's promises fail. 3 How safe, aud how happy are they

Who on the good Shepherd rely;.
He gives them out strength for their day,

Their wants he will surely supply:
He ravens and lions can tame,

All creatures obey his command;

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Then let me rejoice in his name,
And leave all my cares in his hand.

HYMN 278. C. M.
EHOLD the Saviour on the cross,

A spectacle of wo!
See from his agonizing wounds

The blood incessant flow.
2 Till Death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek

And trembling lips were spread; 'TMI light forsook his closing eyes,

And life his drooping head.
3 'Tis finished-was his latest voice;

These sacred accents o'er,
He bowed his head, gave up the ghost,

And suffered pain no more.
4 "Tis finished-the Messiah dies

For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,

And Satan's power o'erthrown.
5 Tis finished-all his groans are past;

His blood, his pain and toils, Have fully vanquished our foes,

And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-legal worship ends,

And Gospel ages run;
All old things now are passed away,
And a new world begun.

HYMN 279. C. M.
EE Israel's gentle shepherd stands,

Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms 9 “ Permit them to approach," he cries,

"Nor scorn their humble name: For 'twas to bless such souls as these,

The Lord of angels came.” 3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hande,

And yield them up to thee: Joyful that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.

ears

4 Kindly receive this tender branch,

And form (his) soul for God: Baptize (him) with thy spirit, Lord,

And wash (him) in thy blood.
5 Thus to the parents and their seed,

Let thy salvation come;
And num'rous households meet at last

In one eternal home.
6 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust:
That care shall lead our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.

HYMN 280. L. M.

Mercy. 1

When mercy rais'd her heav'nly voice; 'Twas mercy that dispeli'd our fears,

And bade our souls in hope rejoice. 2 All other sounds discordant seem,

Compar'd with mercy's heav'nly song;
So sweet and joyful is the theme,

It bears our willing souls along. 3 O may we never cease to hear

The voice that gives our conscience rest,
That dissipates our guilty fear,

And tells us we are truly blest! 4 May mercy still remove our fear,

And bind our souls with cords of love!
Mercy that sooths our sorrows here,
And gives us hope of joys above.

HYMN 281. P. M.

Patience. 1

Sink in ;
Yet, if patience still abideth,

Hope shall paint her rainbow there.
2 Hope's bright lamp her light shall borrow

From religion's blessed ray,
And from many a coming morrow

Charm the clouds of grief away

THANGIA the heart that

sorrow chideth,

PILGRIM,

burdend with thy sin,

3 Wherefore should we sigh and languish,

Since our cares so soon shall cease ?
And the heart that sows in anguish,

Shall bereafter reap in peace. 4 This is not a scene of pleasure,

These are not the shores of bliss;
We shall gain a brighter treasure,
Find a dearer land than this.

HYMN 282. P. M.

The Christian Pilgrim. 1

Come the way to Zion's gate; There, till mercy speaks within,

Knock and weep, and watch and wait. Knock-he knows the sinner's cry,

Weep-- he loves the mourner's tears, Watch—for saving grace is nigh,

Wait-till heavenly grace appears. 2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!

“Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest." Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe and own'd, and bought and blest. Safe--from all the lures of vice,

Own'd-by joys the contrite know, Bought-by love, and life the price,

Blest-the mighty debt to owe! 3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee

In a world like this remains From thy guarded breast shall flee

Fear and shame, and doubt and pains. Fear--the hope of heaven shall flee,

Shame-from glory's view retire, Doubt-in full belief shall die,

Pain-in endless bliss expire.

HYMN 283. P. M.

Thunder.

Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom

Hung o'er nature's shrinking head

When the lightning breaks from high,

God is coming-God is nigh! 2 Then we hear tus chariot wheels,

As the mighty thunder rolls; Nature startles, nature reels,

From the centre to the poles : Then the ocean, earth, and sky,

Tremble as he passes by! 3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms

His mysterious hiding-place; Should he from his ark of storms

Rend the veil and show his face, At the judgment of his eye

All the universe would die.
4 God of vengeance ! from above,

While thine awful bolts are hurld,
O remember thou art love!

Spare, O spare a guilty world!
Stay thy flaming wrath awhile,
Let the bow of proinise smile!

HYMN 284. C. M.

Sickness. 1 VIS sweet to rest in lively hope,

come,

Angels will hover round my bed,

And waft my spirit home.
2 There shall my disembodied soul

Behold him and adore ;
Be with his likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more. 3 Soon. too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear

The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,

At his right hand be found 4 If such the views which grace unfolds,

Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the church above,

In Jesus' presence know!
O may the unction of these truths

For ever with me stay
T'ill, from her sinful cage dismissed,

My spirit flies away!