3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav'n, my all :
4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul

Shall find eternal rest;
Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll

Across my peaceful breast.

JOY.

(C. M.)

HYMN 148.
I JOY is a fruit that will not grow

a
In nature's barren soil ;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,

Is vanity and toil.
2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,

A sense of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,

Give joys like those above.
3 These are the joys which satisfy

And purify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,

And leave the world behind.
4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,

0, thou who art the Lord's,
Resign to those who know him not,
Such joy as earth affords.

HYMN 149.
I COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But children of the heav'nly King

May speak their joys abroad.
3 The God of heav'n is ours,

Our Father and our love;
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours,

Then waft our souls above.
4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in.

(S. M.

5 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

6 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're trav❜ling through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer world's on high.

LOVE.

HYMN 150.

1 'LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows;

For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavour;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warm'd to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wand'rer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,

And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear.

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's pray'r to bless :
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.

HYMN 151.

1 LORD, my God, I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought;

(III. 3.)

(III. 1.)

Do I love thee, Lord, or no?

Am I thine, or am I not?
2 Could my heart so hard remain,

Pray’r a task and burden prove,
Any duty give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?
3 When I turn mine eyes within,

Oh! how dark, and vain, and wild ! Prore to unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself thy child ? 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall:
Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all?
5 Could I love thy saints to meet,

Choose the ways I once abhorr’d, Find at times the promise sweet,

If I did not love thee, Lord ? 6 Saviour! let me love thee more,

If I love at all, I pray:
If I have not lov'd before,

Help me to begin to-day.

PRAISE.

HYMN 152. 1 THE God of Abra'am praise,

Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient, of everlasting days,

And God of love;
Jehovah, Great I AM,

By earth and heav'n confess'd ;
I bow, and bless the sacred name

For ever bless'd.
2 The God of Abra'am praise,

At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys

At his right hand :
I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame and pow'r;
And him my only portion make,

My shield and tow'r.
3 He by himself hath sworn,

I on his oath depend,
I shall, on angel wings upborne,

To heav'n ascend:

I shall behold his face,

I shall his pow'r adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.
4 There dwells the Lord, our King,

The Lord, our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,

The Prince of peace;
On Zion's sacred height

His kingdom he maintains,
And, glorious, with his saints in light,

For ever reigns.
5 The God who reigns on high

The great archangels sing; And,“ Holy, Holy, Holy,” cry,

“Almighty King, “ Who was, and is the same,

“ And evermore shall be, “ Jehovah, Father, Great I'AM!

“ We worship thee."
6 The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high ;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

They ever cry:
“ Hail Abra'am's God and mine,"

I join the heavenly lays; “ All might and majesty are thine, “ And endless praise." HYMN 153.

(IV. 3.) Psalm c. I BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,

O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth,

With love and devotion draw near.
2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,

Creator and ruler o'er all;
And we are his people, his sceptre we own;

His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song,

Your vows in his temple proclaim; His praise with melodious accordance prolong,

And bless his adorable name.
4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,

And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood.

And shall to eternity stand.

HYMN 154.

(L. M.) Psalm c. I BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand’ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heav'n our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

HYMN 155.

(III. 1.) Songs of Praise. I SONGS of praise the angels sang;

Heav'n with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,

When he spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn

When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when he

Captive led captivity.
3 Heav'n and earth must pass away ;

Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heav'ns and earth :
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4 And shall man alone be dumb

Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the church delights to raise

Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 5 Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.