To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades ! -

2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim ;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 O, then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

1 WHEN human hopes and joys depart, I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;

And on my weary spirit steal

The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.

2 I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that He who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.

3 I gaze upon the opening flower,

Just moistened with the evening shower,
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.
4 I think, whene'er this mortal frame
Returns again to whence it came,
My soul shall wing its happy flight
To regions of eternal light.

332.

C. M.

Help thou mine Unbelief.

BULFINCA

1 FATHER, when o'er our trembling hearts
Doubt's shadows gathering brood,
When faith in thee almost departs,
And gloomiest fears intrude,
Forsake us not, O God of grace,
But send those fears relief;
Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief.

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now for ever fled;

When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf,

Lord, to thy truths still let us cling;
Help thou our unbelief.

3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,

Nor love nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief;
And, if a trembling doubt arise,
Help thou our unbelief.

ETERNAL Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires:

O, could I say, The Lord is mine!
'T is all my soul desires.

2 Thy smile can give me real joy,
Unmingled and refined,

STEELE.

Substantial bliss without alloy,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Thy smile can gild the shade of woc,
Bid stormy troubles cease,

And spread the dawn of heaven below,
And sweeten pain to peace.

4 My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord,
Assure me of thy love;

O, speak the kind, transporting word,
And bid my fears remove •

5 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
And triumph in my God,

Till heavenly rapture tune my voice
To sound thy praise abroad.

1 BORNE o'er the ocean's stormy wave,
The beacon's light appears,

When yawns the seaman's watery grave.
And his lone bosom cheers.

2 Then, should the raging ocean foam,
His heart shall dauntless prove,

To reach, secure, his cherished home,
The haven of his love.

3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom,
To worldly grief a prey,

SIDNEY.

Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb,
Illume the pilgrim's way.

4 They point to that serene abode

Where holy faith shall rest,

Protected by the sufferer's God,
And be for ever blest.

. 5 O, still, though sorrow's rayless night
O'ershade our worldly way,

May pure religion's holy light
Shine with o'erpowering ray.

335.

C. M..

The Hope of Heaven.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

WATTS.

B W. Nos.

Hope in Trouble.

1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,

'T is sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;

'T is not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that troubled conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin,

And sees, though far, the hand that 'heas,
And ends the strife within.

5 0, let me wing my hallowed flight
From earthborn woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.

337.

C. M.

God our only Hope.

DRUMMOND

1 WHEN reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,

What power shall save us from despair,
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil

Can soothe the mourner's smart,
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love,
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul! to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;

His eye alone thy wounds can see,
His power alone can heal.

338.

8 & 7s. M.

Joyful Hope.

MONTGOMERY.

1 KNOW, my soul ! thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,

Joy to find in every station,

Something still to do or bear:
Think what spirit dwells within thee;

Think what Father's smiles are thine;

Think what Jesus did to win thee;
Child of heaven! canst thou repine?