2 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the sinking heart,
And courage, in the evil hour,
His heavenly aids impart.

3 Mere human power shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;

But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.

4 They with unwearied feet shall tread
The path of life divine,

With growing ardor onward move,
With growing brightness shine.

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar;
Their wings are faith and love;

Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.

440.

S. M.

Ark of Safety.

EPISCOPAL COLL

1 O, CEASE, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God;
Behold the open door;

O, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
3 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

mercy all your theme;

For mercy like a river flows,
In one perpetual stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell;
God will those powers restrain;
His arm will all their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good;
For his he will provide,

Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.

4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone ;
He 's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.

5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Nor death's relentless sting;

He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

1 FATHER, who in the olive shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy Son, -

2 O, by the anguish of that night,
Send us down blest relief;

Or, to the chastened, let thy might
Hallow this grief.

3 And thou, that, when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
"Thy will be done!"

4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all
That e'er have mourned the chief,

HEMANS

Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall,
Hallow this grief.

443.

L. M.

Love to Christ.

E. TAYLOR.

1 THERE 'S not a hope with comfort fraught,
Triumphant over death and time,
But Jesus mingles in the thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.
2 His image meets me in the hour

Of joy, and brightens every smile,
I see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.
3 I see him in the daily round

Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him I tread the hallowed ground
Communion with my God to seek.

4 I see his pitying, gentle eye,

When lonely want appeals for aid;

I hear him in the frequent sigh,

That mourns the waste which sin has made.

5 I meet him at the lowly tomb;

I weep

where Jesus wept before ;

And there, above the grave's dark gloom,
I see him rise, and weep no more.

444.

L. M.

Christ the Way, the Truth, and the Life

ANONYMOUS

1 THOU art the Way; and he who sighs, Amid this starless waste of woe,

To find a pathway to the skies,

A night from heaven's eternal glow,
By thee must come, thou Gate of love,
Through which the saints undoubting trod,
Till faith discovers, like the dove,

An ark, a resting-place in God.

2 Thou art the Truth, whose steady day
Shines on through earthly blight and bloom,
The pure, the everlasting Ray,

The Lamp that shines e'en in the tomb ;
The Light that out of darkness springs,
And guideth those that blindly go;
The Word whose precious radiance flings
Its lustre upon all below.

3 Thou art the Life, the blesséd Well
With living waters gushing o'er,
Which those that drink shall ever dwell
Where sin and thirst are known no more.
Thou art the mystic Pillar given,

Our Lamp by night, our Light by day;
Thou art the sacred Bread from heaven;
Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way.

Enjoyment of Christ's Love.

1 JESUS, thy boundless love to me

C. WESLEI

No thought can reach, no tongue declare
Unite my thankful heart to thee,
And reign without a rival there.
2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray!
All pain before its presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where'er its healing beams arise.
3 0, let thy love my soul inflame,

And to thy service sweetly bind ;
Transfuse it through my inmost frame,
And mould me wholly to thy mind.
4 Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace;
Thy love, in weakness, make me strong
And, when the storms of life shall cease,
Thy love shall be in heaven my song.

446.

6 & 10s. M.

Looking unto Jesus.

MARTINEAU & CULL

1 THOU, who didst stoop below,
To drain the cup of woe,

And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blesséd labors done,

Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth, - passed to thy home on high 2 It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours,

Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ;
And shall we in dismay

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread ? 3 O Thou, who art our life,

Be with us through the strife;

Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed :
Raise thou our eyes above,

To see a Father's love

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
4 E'en through the awful gloom,
Which hovers o'er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be ;
Our spirits shall not dread

The shad'wy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.

447.

L. M.

"It is I; be not afraid."

SIR J. E. SMITH.

1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,
"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

2 So, when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,