DAYBREAK. L. M.

JOHN ZUNDEL.

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2. In whom but Thee, in heaven above,
Can I repose my trust, my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison with Thee?

3. My flesh is hastening to decay;
Soon shall the world have passed away;
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart, and strength, and life shall fail?
4. But O my Saviour, be Thou nigh,
And I will triumph when I die;
My strength, my portion is divine;
And Jesus is for ever mine!

758. L. M.

1. My spirit sinks within me, Lord-
But I will call Thy name to mind;
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.
2. Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
The water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3. Yet will the Lord command His love,
When I address His throne by day;
Nor in the night His grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

4. I'll cast myself before His feet,

And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock,
Why doth Thy love so long forget
The soul that groans beneath Thy
stroke?"

5. Thy light and truth shall guide me still;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to Thine heavenly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy!

WATTS.

CHALCEDONY, L. M.

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759. L. M.

2. Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine;
E'en as the branches to the vine,

My fainting soul would cling to Thee!

3. Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, Here she has found her place of rest; An exile still, yet not unblest,

While she can closely cling to Thee! 4. Oft, when I seem to tread alone

Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in tenderest tone,

Still whispers softly, "Cling to me!"
5. Though faith and hope may oft be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The soul that only clings to Thee!

760. L. M.

1. THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defense;
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,
For I have found salvation thence.

2. Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3. I saw the opening gates of hell,

With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tellWhile I was hurried to despair.

4. In my distress I called my God,

When I could scarce believe Him mine,

He bowed His ear to my complaint; Then did His grace appear divine. 5. With speed He flew to my relief,

As on a cherub's wing He rode;
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my Deliverer, God!

6. Temptations fled at His rebuke-
The blast of His almighty breath;
He sent salvation from on high,

And drew me from the deeps of death.

7. My song for ever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour!
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to His mercy and His power.

1. THE tempter to my soul hath said"There is no help in God for Thee;" Lord! lift Thou up Thy servant's head; My glory, shield, and solace be.

2. Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,

He heard me from His holy hill;
At His command the waves rolled by ;
He beckoned-and the winds were still.
3. I laid me down and slept-I woke-
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke-
Thy comforts rose on me again.

4. I will not fear, though armed throngs
Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards His people's path.

MONTGOMERY.

ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M.

BORTNIANSKY.

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762. L. M.

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 power,
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.

3. When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from His hand, His voice, His smile,
Divides me for a little while-
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For "Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.

4. And, O! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

763. L. M.

ROBERT GRANT.

1. To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes;
No power hath he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again,
And yet, in tenderest love, our dear
And Heavenly Father sends him here.

2. Angel of patience! sent to calm

Our feverish brows with cooling balm,
To lay with hope the storms of fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear,

The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father's will!

3. O thou, who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day,
He walks with Thee, that angel kind,
And gently whispers, "Be resign'd!
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell,
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."

GERMAN TR. WHITTIER.

764. L. M.

1. O, LET my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will,

Wrapped yet in fears and mystery;
I can not, Lord, Thy purpose see;
Yet all is well, since ruled by Thee.

2. When mounted on Thy clouded car, Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down, I can discern Thy light afar

Thy light, sweet beaming through Thy
frown;

And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of Thee, and smile again.

3. So, trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are
gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain;
Why should my spirit, then, complain?

765. L. M.

1. WHEN adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o'er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree,

That "as my day, my strength shall be."

2. When, with sad footsteps, memory roves 'Mid smitten joys and buried loves, When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, Still to Thy promise, Lord! I fiee, That "as my day, my strength shall be."

3. One trial more must yet be past,

One pang-the keenest and the last;
And when, with brow convulsed and pale,
My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail,
Redeemer! grant my soul to see
That "as her day, her strength shall be."

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

766. L. M.

1. "PERFECT in love!"-Lord, can it be, Amidst this state of doubt and sin? While foes so thick without, I see,

With weakness, pain, disease within; Can perfect love inhabit here,

And, strong in faith, extinguish fear?

2. O, Lord! amidst this mental night,

Amidst the clouds of dark dismay,
Arise! arise! shed forth Thy light,

And kindle love's meridian day.
My Saviour God to me appear,
So love shall triumph over fear.

769. L. M.

moan

Hath taught each scene the notes of
woe;

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.

2. Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd;
On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In Him thy refuge find, thy rest,

Safe in the mercy of thy God;
Thy God's thy Saviour-glorious word!
For ever love and praise the Lord.

3. As spring the winter-day, the night, So peace thy gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; While glory weaves the immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.

767. L. M.

1. THOUGH Waves and storms go o'er my head,

Though strength, and health, and friends

be gone;

Though joys be withered all, and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn;
On this my steadfast soul relies-
Father, thy mercy never dies.

We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought-how comforting and sweet!
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses He knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.
2. Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear,
The recollection will remain,

More deeply did He suffer here!
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suff'ring and with grief!

3. If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

4. Just such as I, this earth He trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the very God,
As I am now, so He has been.
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

Now to the Father, and the Son
Who rose from death, be glory given;
With Thee, O holy Comforter!

Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.