3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, living and pure; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

L. M.

222.

"Lo, 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,
One thought shall every pang remove;
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven
To every heart in sunder riven,

When love, and joy, and hope are fled,-
"Lo! it is I: be not afraid."

4 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm;
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know, or know him not.

5 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering Nature waits her doom,
This voice shall call the pious dead, -
"Lo! it is I: be not afraid."

L. M.

223.

J. SCOTT.

Christian Privileges and Obligations.

1 How many millions draw their breath
In lands of ignorance and death,

While God allots my share of time
Within his gospel's favored clime!

2 Shall I receive this grace in vain?
Shall I my great vocation stain ?
Away, ye works in darkness wrought!
Away, each sensual, earthly thought!

3 My soul! I charge thee to excel
In thinking right, and acting well;
Deep let thy searching powers engage,
Unbiassed, in the sacred page.

4 Heighten the force of good desire;
To deeds of shining worth aspire;
More firm in fortitude, despise

The world's seducing vanities.

5 Strong and more strong, thy passions rule,
Advancing still in virtue's school;
Contending still, with noble strife,
To imitate thy Saviour's life.

H. M.

224.

Efficacy of the Gospel.

DODDRIDGE.

1 MARK the soft-falling snow,
And the diffusive rain!

To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;

But waters earth
Through every pore,
And calls forth all
Her secret store.

2 Arrayed in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By Providence divine;
The harvest bows
Its golden ears,

3

The copious seed

Of future years.

"So," saith the God of grace,
"My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect

The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls

8 & 7s. M.

Shall feel its power,

And bear it down

To millions more."

225.

The Glory of the Redeemed.

COWPER.

1 HEAR What God the Lord hath spoken: "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you;
Thorns of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls Salvation, And your gates shall all be praise.

2

3

"There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow;
Still, in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign:
Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.

"Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me;

God shall rise, and, shining o'er ye,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light."

1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
"T is pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

H. M.

227.

DODDRIDGE.

The Wilderness transformed. Is. xli. 18, 19.

1 AMAZING, beauteous change!
A world created new !

My thoughts with transport range,
The lovely scene to view:
In all I trace,
Saviour divine,

The work is thine;
Be thine the praise.

2 See crystal fountains play
Amidst the burning sands;
The river's winding way
Shines through the thirsty lands;
New grass is seen,

And o'er the meads

Its carpet spreads

Of living green.

3 Where pointed brambles grew,
Entwined with horrid thorn,

Gay flowers, for ever new,
The painted fields adorn;
The blushing rose

And lily there

In union fair

Their sweets disclose.

4 Where the bleak mountain stood,
All bare and disarrayed,

See the wide-branching wood
Diffuse its grateful shade;

Tall cedars nod,

And oaks and pines,
And elms and vines,
Confess the God.

5 The tyrants of the plain

Their savage chase give o'er;