HARK! THOSE HAPPY VOICES.

Spiritual Songs.

ARNON. C. P. M.

From Roor & SWEETSER'S Collection.

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That casts itself on Thee: (OMIT.

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soul from death, God hath done,

393. C. P. M.

2. Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood;

That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for me,

And bring me near to God.

3. Then save me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send;

By Him some word of life impart.
And sweetly whisper to my heart-
"Thy Maker is thy Friend."

4. The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting day.

394. C. P. M.

TOPLADY.

1. My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres

Around the steady pole;

Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch through endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.

2. The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between!
And whisper as they fly-
Unthinking man, remember this,
Thou, 'midst thy sublunary bliss,

Must groan, and gasp, and die!

1. WHAT is the world?-a wildering maze, Whose sin hath track'd ten thousand ways,

Her victims to ensnare;

All broad and winding, and aslope,
All tempting with perfidious hope,
All ending in despair.

2. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads Down to eternal night;

One only path that never bends,
Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends
From darkness into light.

3. Is there no guide to show that path?
The Bible! He alone that hath
The Bible need not stray;
But he who hath and will not give
The light of life to all that live,
Himself shall lose the way.

MONTGOMERY.

CEDRON. C. P. M.

TH. HASTINGS.

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397. C. P. M.*

1. O Lord! how happy should we be
If we could cast our care on Thee-
If we from self could rest;
And feel at heart, that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.

2. How far from this our daily life!
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden, wild alarms;
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thy almighty arms!

3. Could we but kneel, and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer-
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,
Will hear, in that we fear!

4. We can not trust Him as we should, So chafes fallen nature's restless mood

To cast its peace away;

Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach,
All, all the present evil teach,

Sufficient for the day.

5. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lesson learn from birds and flowers

Make them from self to cease;
Leave all things to a Father's will,
And taste, before Him lying still,
E'en in affliction, peace.

* Sing ARNON.

RILDA. L. M.

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1. Just as

Melody by Mrs. M. DE L. LOVE.

2. Just as I am-and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

3. Just as I am-though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
"Fightings within, and fears without,

O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

4. Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

5. Just as I am-Thou wilt receive; Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

6. Just as I am-Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! I come !

399. L. M.

1. GOD of my life! Thy boundless grace,
Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;
My rest, my home, my dwelling-place;
Father! I come, I come to Thee.

2. Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield!
Whose precious blood was shed for me,
Into Thy hands my soul I yield;
Saviour! I come, I come to Thee.

3. Spirit of glory and of God!

Long hast Thou deigned my guide to bo;
Now be Thy comfort sweet bestowed;
My God! I come, I come to Thee.

4. I come to join that countless host,

Who praise Thy name unceasingly;
Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
My God! I come, I come to Theo.

400. L. M.

1. THOU only Sovereign of my heart,

My Refuge, my almighty FriendAnd can my soul from Thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend! 2. Whither, ah! whither shall I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3. Eternal life Thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.

4. Let earth's alluring joys combine;

While Thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of Thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 5. Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from Thee-'t is death-'t is more"T is endless ruin, deep despair!

6. Low at Thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath Thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is Thine.

MRS. STEELE

BADEN. L. M.

TH. HASTINGS.

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401. L. M.

2. The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss;
Oh! is there aught from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?

3. This is the hidden life I prize,

A life of penitential love;
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.

4. When all I am I clearly see,

And freely own, with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

5. Thus would I live till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God, within the vail,
And of eternal joys partake.

The proffered benefit embrace,
The plenitude of Heavenly grace:

2. The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;

3. The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;
The genuine meek humility,

The wonder-" Why such love to me?"

4. The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.

401. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. THOUGH all the world my choice deride,
Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
The fairest of the fair is He.

2. Sweet is the vision of Thy face,

And kindness o'er Thy lips is shed; Lovely art Thou, and full of grace, And glory beams around Thy head. 3. Thy sufferings I embrace with Thee, Thy poverty and shameful cross; The pleasures of the world I flee, And deem its treasures only dross.

4. Be daily dearer to my heart,

And ever let me feel Thee near;
Then willingly with all I'd part,
Nor count it worthy of a tear.

G. TERSTEEGAN.