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Supports the weight of sea and land,
No heart shall break that sighs for more! 2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And ’ is thy blessing makes it good:
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
From him who built this earthly frame;
By whom my soul forever lives.
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
breast, Or overrules them for the best.
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As a willing child is led;
As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Seeks a consecrated shrine.
Is that distant land whose bourn
Where the mourners cease to mourn,
3 Lead us thither! thou dost know
All the way; but wanderers we
save us, -and prepare
MONTGOMERY “ Looking for another country, that is an heavenly." 1 While through this changing world we roam,
From infancy to age,
His rest at every stage.
Eternal joys to share ;
While here he kneels in prayer.
There let our hearts be found;
May more and more abound. 4 Henceforth our conversation be
With Christ before the throne;
And know as we are known.
Did infant time its being draw;
2 Silent and swift they glide away ;
Steady and strong the current flows,
The boundless gulf from whence it rose 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
Whence not one soul can e'er return.
To know the price of every hour,
Beyond its measure and its power.
C. H. M.
What is your Life ?
That blossoms and is gone;
With all its beauty on:
It cuts the lovely flower away.
That glistens in the sky:
But, while we look, they die :
To-morrow it may disappear.
In humble praise and prayer,
We feel no anxious care :
Wilt guide our footsteps at thy will •
Do thou thy purposes fulfil !
Thy spirit guides them as they roll;
At thy command, at thy control.
And with an humble, prostrate will,
A claim to love and serve thee still.
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.
Appear in mercy through!
Follow where thou wilt lead.
Shall never, never stray;
5 And O from that bright throne,
1 shall look back, and see,
Was the right path for me.
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.
And in example live;
Still fresh instruction give.
They conquered every foe;
Their crowns of life they owe.
The patterns thou hast given;
That led them safe to heaven.
We seek that promised soil;
While strangers here we toil.
And oft are bathed in tears ;