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L. M.

The Providence of Life.
1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand

Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,

No heart shall break that sighs for more! 2 Thy providence supplies my food,

And ’ is thy blessing makes it good:
My soul is nourished by thy word;

Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3 My streams of outward comfort came

From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,

By whom my soul forever lives.
4 Either his hand preserves from pain,

Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From strife and sorrow shields


breast, Or overrules them for the best.


7s. M. 61.

The Pilgrimage of Life.
1 LEAD us with thy gentle sway,

As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our forward way,

As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Who with prayers and helps divine

Seeks a consecrated shrine.
2 We are pilgrims, and our goal

Is that distant land whose bourn
Is the haven of the soul ;

Where the mourners cease to mourn,
Where the Saviour's hand will dry
Every tear from every eye.

3 Lead us thither! thou dost know

All the way; but wanderers we
Often miss our path below,
And stretch out our hands to thee;

save us, -and prepare
Our appointed mansion there!

Guide us,


C. M.

MONTGOMERY Looking for another country, that is an heavenly." 1 While through this changing world we roam,

From infancy to age,
Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.
2 Thither his raptured thought ascends,

Eternal joys to share ;
There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in prayer.
3 Oh! there may we our treasure place,

There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace

May more and more abound. 4 Henceforth our conversation be

With Christ before the throne;
Ere long, we eye to eye shall see,

And know as we are known.


L. M.

Redeeming the Time.
1 God of eternity! from thee

Did infant time its being draw;
Moments and days, and months, and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law.

2 Silent and swift they glide away ;

Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf from whence it rose 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men

Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can e'er return.
4 Great Source of wisdom ! teach our hearts

To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys

Beyond its measure and its power.


C. H. M.


What is your Life ?
1 0, WHAT is life?- 't is like a flower

That blossoms and is gone;
It flourishes its little hour,

With all its beauty on:
Death comes, and, like a wintry day,

It cuts the lovely flower away.
2 0, what is life?--'t is like the bow

That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colors glow;

But, while we look, they die :
Life fails as soon :-to-day 't is here;

To-morrow it may disappear.
3 Lord, what is life?—if spent with thee

In humble praise and prayer,
How long or short our life may be,

We feel no anxious care :
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When life and all its joys are past.


L. M.

Our Times are in thy Hand.
1 Our times are in thy hand, and thou

Wilt guide our footsteps at thy will •
Lord, to thy purposes we bow,

Do thou thy purposes fulfil !
2 Life's mighty waters roll along,

Thy spirit guides them as they roll;
And waves on waves impetuous throng

At thy command, at thy control.
3 Lord, we, thy children, look to thee,

And with an humble, prostrate will,
Find in thine all-sufficiency

A claim to love and serve thee still.


S. M.

EDMESTON. "TVhy sayest thou my way is hid from the Lord ?

ALONG my earthly way,

clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray,

Seems gathering o'er my head.
2 Yet, Father, thou art love:
O hide not from


But when I look, in prayer, above,

Appear in mercy through!
3 My pathway is not hid;
Thou knowest all

And I would do as Israel did, -

Follow where thou wilt lead.
4 Lead me, and then my feet

Shall never, never stray;
But safely I shall reach the seat
Of happiness and day.


5 And O from that bright throne,

1 shall look back, and see,
The path I went, and that alone,

Was the right path for me.


C. M.

NEEDHAN. The Dead speaking to the Living. 1 RISE, O my


pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men

Who lived and walked with God.
2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear,

And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,

Still fresh instruction give.
3 Confiding in his heavenly strength,

They conquered every foe;
To his almighty power and grace

Their crowns of life they owe.
4 Lord, may I ever keep in view

The patterns thou hast given;
And never wander from the road

That led them safe to heaven.


C. M.

The Pilgrimage of Life.
1 Our country is Immanuel's ground;

We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,

While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,

And oft are bathed in tears ;
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.

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