1 My God! the covenant of thy love
Abides forever sure;
And in its matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.

2 Since thou, the everlasting God,
My Father art become,
Jesus my guardian and my friend,
And heaven my final home;-
3 I welcome all thy sovereign will,

For all that will is love;

1 THERE is a world,- and oh, how blest!
Fairer than prophets told;
And never did an angel guest
One half its peace unfold.

2 Look not abroad, with roving mind,
To seek that fair abode;

It comes where'er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.

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God's Peace.

ANON.

I wait the light above.

4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom Shall heavenly rays impart,

And when my eyelids close in death,
Sustain my fainting heart.

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,
And we go home to thee.

L. M.

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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.

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HATH not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour,
As if its inmost depths discerned
The presence of a loftier power?
As they who once with Jesus trod,
With kindling breast his accents heard
But knew not that the Son of God

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

DODDRIDGE

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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;

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I BLESS thee, Lord, for sorrows sent
To break the dream of human power,
For now my shallow cistern's spent,
I find thy fount and thirst no more.
I take thy hand and fears grow still;
Behold thy face, and doubts remove;
Who would not yield his wavering will
To perfect truth and boundless love!
That truth gives promise of a dawn,
Beneath whose light I am to see,
When all these blinding vails are drawn,
This was the wisest path for me.

4 That love this restless soul doth teach
The strength of thy eternal calm;
And tune its sad and broken speech,
To sing ev'n now the angels' psalm.