2 Look down on me, for I am weak; I feel the toilsome journey's length; Thine aid omnipotent I seek;

Thou art my Strength.

3 I am bewildered on my way;
Dark and tempestuous is the night,
O shed Thou forth some cheering ray;
Thou art my Light.

4 When Satan flings his fiery darts,
I look to Thee; my terrors cease;
Thy cross a hiding-place imparts;
Thou art my Peace.

5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink,
In that tremendous latest strife,
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink?
Thou art my Life.

6 Thou wilt my every want supply
E'en to the end, whate'er befall;
Through life, in death, eternally,
Thou art my All.

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0

C. ELLIOTT.

C.M. double.

DEEM not that earth's crowning bliss

Is found in joy alone;

For sorrow, bitter though it be,
Hath blessings all its own;

From lips Divine, like healing balm,
To hearts oppressed and torn,
This heavenly consolation fell-
'Blessed are they that mourn!'

2 As blossoms smitten by the rain,
Their sweetest odours yield;

As where the ploughshare deepest

Rich harvests crown the field;

strikes,

So to the hopes by sorrow crushed, A nobler faith succeeds;

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A life, by trial furrowed, bears
The fruit of loving deeds.

3 Who never mourned, hath never known
What treasures grief reveals;
The sympathies that humanise,
The tenderness that heals;

The power to look within the veil,
And learn the heavenly lore,
The key-word to life's mysteries,
So dark to us before.

4 How rich, and sweet, and full of

strength,

Our human spirits are, Baptized into the sanctities Of suffering and of prayer!

Supernal wisdom, love Divine,

Breathed through the lips which said"O blessed are the souls that mourn, They shall be comforted.'

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W. H. BURLEIGH.

RISE! He calleth thee, arise!" Come, O sorrow-blinded man; He who lighted first the eyes, Only He relight them can. 2 Come, and see the face of One Who familiar was with grief;

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STILL

W. P. BALFERN.

11.10.11.6.

TILL will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary,

And the heart faint beneath His chastening rod,

Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and weary,

Still will we trust in God!

2 Our eyes see dimly till by faith anointed. And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain;

Through Him alone who hath our way appointed

We find our peace again.

3 Choose for us, God! nor let our weak preferring

Cheat our poor souls of good Thou hast

SW

8.6.

My Heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith I journey home with Thee, Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.

2 Though from the shadow of Thy peace My feet would often stray,

Thy mercy follows all my steps,
And will not turn away;

Yea, Thou wilt comfort me at last,
As none beneath Thee may.

3 O there is nothing in the world
To weigh against Thy will;

E'en the dark times I dread the most, Thy covenant fulfil;

And when the pleasant morning dawns, I find Thee with me still.

4 Then in the secret of my soul,

Though hosts my peace invade, Though through a waste and weary land

My lonely way be made,

Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort meI need not be afraid.

5 Still in the solitary place

I would awhile abide,

Till with the solace of Thy love
My heart is satisfied;
And all my hopes of happiness
Stay calmly at Thy side.

A. L. WARING.

DETAINED FROM PUBLIC

903

0

WORSHIP.

C.M.

THOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts, this

Around Thine altar meet!

And tens of thousands throng to pay Their homage at Thy feet.

2 They see Thy power and glory there, As I have seen them too:

They read, they hear, they join in prayer,
As was wont to do.

3 They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung,
In sweet and solemn lays :
Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.

4

For Thou art in their midst to teach,
When on Thy name they call:
And Thou hast blessings, Lord, for each,
Hast blessings, Lord, for all.

5 I, of such fellowship bereft,
In spirit turn to Thee:

O hast Thou not a blessing left,
A blessing, Lord, for me?

6 The dew lies thick on all the ground; Shall my poor fleece be dry?

The manna rains from heaven around; Shall I of hunger die?

7 Behold Thy prisoner ;--loose my bands, If 'tis Thy gracious will:

If not, contented in Thy hands,
Behold Thy prisoner still!

8 I may not to Thy courts repair:
Yet here Thou surely art:
Lord! consecrate a house of prayer
In my surrendered heart.

9 To faith reveal the things unseen;
To hope, the joys untold:
Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.

10 O make Thy face on me to shine,
That doubt and fear may cease!
Lift up Thy countenance benign
On me,-and give me peace.

J. MONTGOMERY.

JESUS CHRIST, the Holy One,
I long to be with Thee;

O Jesus Christ, the lowly One,
Come and abide with me!

2 Now, while the symbols of Thy love
Before Thy saints are set,
And Thou, descending from above,
Their yearning hearts hast met;

3 Come, and o'ershadow with Thy power
This lonely heart of mine;
And feed me, in this solemn hour,
With Thine own bread and wine.

4 My 'meat indeed,' my 'drink indeed,'
Art Thou, my gracious Lord;
Help Thou my soul by faith to feed
On this, Thy precious word;

'These dark hours are

Help me, O my Saviour!

3 When all human help proves vain,
And my agonizing pain
More than nature can sustain :
Help me, O my Saviour!

4 When the means for pain's redress Seem to aggravate distress,

Then draw near-my faith increase:
Help me, O my Saviour!

5 When the long and suffering night
Makes me weary for the light,
Fix upon Thy cross my sight:
Help me, O my Saviour

6 Lest I faint beneath the rod,
Say 'This very path I trod;
Thus thou glorifiest God:'
Help me, O my Saviour!

7 Let me not on man depend,
But on Thee, the unfailing Friend:
Be Thou near me to the end:
Help me, O my Saviour!

2 Full many a message have we sent, and pleaded

That Thou wouldst haste Thy coming, gracious Lord;

Each message was received and heard and heeded,

And yet we welcome no responsive word.

3 We know that Thou art blessing, whilst withholding;

We know that Thou art near us, though apart;

And though we list no answer, Thou art folding

Our poor petitions to Thy smitten heart.

4 A bright and glorious answer is preparing,

Hid in the heights of love-the depths of grace;

We know that Thou, the Risen, still art bearing

Our cause as Thine, within the Holy
Place.

Friend,

My gracious Saviour! I am blest;
Though weary, Thou dost condescend
To be my rest.

2 Leaning on Thee, this darkened room
Is cheered by a celestial ray;
Thy pitying smile dispels the gloom-
Turns night to day.

3 Leaning on Thee, I breathe no moan, Though faint with languor, parched with

heat;

Thy will has now become my own,Thy will is sweet.

keeping;

So at Thy feet we lay our burden down,

Content to bear the earthly cross with weeping,

Till at Thy feet we cast the heavenly J. CREWDSON.

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crown.

BEREAVEMENT.

With patience Thou my soul dost fill;
Thou whisperest, 'What did I sustain?'
Then I am still.

5 Leaning on Thee, I do not dread
The havoc slow disease may make;
Thou, who for me Thy blood hast shed,
Wilt ne'er forsake.

6 Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak,

Too weak another voice to hear,
Thy heavenly accents comfort speak,
'Be of good cheer!'

7 Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms;
Calmly I stand on death's dark brink;
I feel the 'everlasting arms,'
I cannot sink.

One little touch would make our brother whole;

call is given;

8.6.

And glows once more with angel-steps
The path that reaches heaven.

2 Alone unto our Father's will
One thought hath reconciled;
That He whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home His child.

3 Fold her, O Father! in Thine arms, And let her henceforth be

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A messenger of love between

Our human hearts and Thee.

Still let her mild rebuking stand
Between us and the wrong,

And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.

J. G. WHITTIER.

AWAITING THE LAST CALL.

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10.10.6.6.10.10.