BYEFIELD. C. M.

FROM "PSALMODIST."

BY PERMISSION.

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2. The soul of man-Jehovah's breath!
That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life.

3. God, to reclaim it did not spare
His well-beloved Son;
Jesus, to save it deigned to bear
The sins of all in one.

4. And is this treasure borne below,
In earthly vessels frail?

Can none its utmost value know
Till flesh and spirit fail?

5. Then let us gather round the cross,
This knowledge to obtain,

Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.

HAMBURG, L. M.

GENTLY.

ARK. BY L. MASON.

to rest!

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Death of the Righteous.

1. How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

2. So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.

3. A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys; And nought disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4. Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell;

How bright th' unchanging morn appears!

In silvered locks and furrowed brow, But living to the Saviour's praise,

How few have lived so long as thou! Though earth may boast one gem the less,

May not e'en heaven the richer be? And myriads on thy footsteps press To share thy blest eternity?

71. Sinners invited to immediate Repent

ance.

1. WHILE life prolongs its precious light Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah! soon approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

2. While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound!

Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found. 3. Soon, borne on times most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave; Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save. 4. In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise;
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.

5. While God invites how blest the day! How sweet the gopel's charming

sound!

Come, sinners, haste, O haste away,

While yet a pard'ning God is found.

72. Christ the Physician of Souls.

1. DEEP are the wounds which sin hath made

Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas! is nature's aid,

The work exceeds her utmost power. 2. And can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly?

3. There is a great Physician near;

Look up, O fainting soul, and live!
See, in His heav'nly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
4. See, in the Saviour's precious blood,

Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow!
Sinner, approach that sacred flood,
And cleanse thy heart and heal thy

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woe.

Christ our Life.

1. WHEN sins and fears, prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, To Thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes;

To Thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2. Art thou not mine, my living Lord?

And can my hope, my comfort die? 'Tis fixed on thine almighty wordThat word which built the earth and sky.

3. If my Immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here I may build, and rest secure.

75. 1. SURE the blest Comforter is nigh; "Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes for ever die, And every cheering ray depart.

Presence of the Spirit.

2. When some kind promise cheers my soul,

3.

Do I not find his healing voice
The tempest of my fears control,

And bid my drooping powers rejoice?
What less than thine almighty word
Can raise my heart from earth and
dust;

And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust? 4. And when my cheerful hope can say, "I love my God and taste his grace; Lord, is it not thy blissful ray,

Which brings this dawn of sacred peace?

5. Let thy kind Spirit in my heart

For ever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.

Doxology.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.

QUICK AND JOYOUS.

KNECHT-ARRANGED.

FINE.

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D. C.

1. YE visions bright of heav'nly birth, Ye glories of the latter day, Descend upon the fallen earth

And chase the shades of night away Bid streams of love and mercy flow Through ev'ry vale of human woe, Till sin, and care, and sorrow cease, And all the world is hushed to peace. 2. How long amid the dying race

Shall desolation hold her reign?
How long shall men despise the grace

And love of him who once was slain?
How long shall heathen bow the knee
To gods that neither hear nor see?
Ye scenes of bliss, so long foretold,
When will your radiant hues unfold?