1 My God! the covenant of thy love 2 Since thou, the everlasting God, For all that will is love; 1 THERE is a world,- and oh, how blest! 2 Look not abroad, with roving mind, It comes where'er the lowly find 634 God's Peace. ANON. And when I know not what thou dost, 1 WE bless thee for thy peace, O God! I wait the light above. 4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom Shall heavenly rays impart, And when my eyelids close in death, Deep as the soundless sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in thee. 2 We ask not, Father, for repose Which comes from outward rest, If we may have through all life's woes Thy peace within our breast; 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial way too long, But leaves the end with thee; 4 That peace which flows serene and deep, A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep: God's sunshine o'er the whole! 5 Such, Father, give our hearts such peace, Whate'er the outward be, Till all life's discipline shall cease, HAMBURG. L. M. 639 MONTGOMERY. Did not our Hearts burn within us? The Soul returning to God. 1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest, [cares, 1 From vain pursuits and maddening From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils, and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole; Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return, From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life. 4 God is thy rest; - with heart inclined To keep his word, that word believe; Christ is thy rest; -with lowly mind, His light and easy yoke receive. 2 3 4 HATH not thy heart within thee burned Was uttering every burning word,— Father of Jesus, thus thy voice Speaks to our hearts in tones divine Our spirits tremble and rejoice, But know not that the voice is thine Still be thy hallowed accents near; To doubt and passion whisper peace. Direct us on our journey here, cease And bid, in heaven, our wanderings HARRIS. 642 DODDRIDGE Communing with our Hearts. 2 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye 1 OH! sweet it is to know, to feel, [here, 645 In all our gloom, our wanderings No night of sorrow can conceal Man from thy notice, from thy care. 3 No distance can outstretch thine eye, 644 MME. GUYON. The omnipresent Peace of God. 1 0 THOU, by long experience tried, Near whom no grief can long abide; My Lord, how full of sweet content My years of pilgrimage are spent! 2 All scenes alike engaging prove, To souls impressed with sacred love; Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 3 To them remains nor place nor time; Their country is in every clime; They can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 4 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; 1 2 3 I BLESS thee, Lord, for sorrows sent 4 That love this restless soul doth teach |