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Heb. vi. 18.

S.M.

1-Jesus, I come to Thee,

A sinner doom'd to die ;
My only refuge is Thy cross,
Here at Thy feet I lie.

2-Can mercy reach my case,

And all my sins remove?

Break, O my God, this heart of stone,
And melt it by Thy love.

3-Too long my soul has gone
Far from my God astray;

I've sported on the brink of hell,
In sin's delusive way.

4-But, Lord, my heart is fixed,
I hope in Thee alone ;

Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to Thy throne.

5-Thy blood can cleanse my heart,
Thy hand can wipe my tears;

Oh! send Thy blessed Spirit down
To banish all my fears.

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6-Then shall my soul arise,

From sin and Satan free;
Redeem'd from hell and every foe,
I'll trust alone in Thee.

Prov. xxvii. 1.

P.M.

1-To-day mine, to-morrow thine!
So we hear the slow bell ringing,
When in God's acre to recline,

We the dead are softly bringing:
And the grave calls out, Resign!
To-day mine, to-morrow thine!

2-To-day life, to-morrow death!

Life speeds its wings and tarries never ;
Is not that a wisdom-breath?

Think of life which stays for ever:
Need of thinking each one hath :
To-day life, to-morrow death!

3-One follows another now

As the ocean waves wind-driven;
For all with which hope can endow,
What security is given?

Each in his sleeping-room must bow;
One follows another now!

4-Oh! man, it is the old law ;—

How many years death counteth not.
Is thy health without one flaw?

Soon e'en thy name shall be forgot.
Earth to itself all earth will draw.-
Oh man, it is the old law !

5-Oh! to be wise as near my end!
I wish to die before I'm dying :

That shall my soul from death defend,
When death's last strength my soul is

trying.

Prepare me thereto, God, my Friend!
Oh! to be wise as near my end !

6-Blessed who in Christ shall die!
Death is changed to life for ever;
He has life when death is nigh,
Life beyond, which endeth never!
Who hath it not, Undone, must cry
Blessed who in Christ shall die!

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B. SCHMOLK.

8.7.4.

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Psalm cl. 6.

1-Praise the Lord, who died to save us;

Praise His name, for ever dear;

Praise His blessed name, who

gave us

Eyes to see and ears to hear:

Praise the Saviour,

Object of our love and fear.

2-Grace it was, 'twas grace abounding,

Brought Him down to save the lost;
Ye above, His throne surrounding,
Praise Him, praise Him, all His host :
Saints adore Him,-

Ye are they who owe Him most.

3-Ye, of all His hand created,

Objects are of grace alone,

Aliens once, but reinstated,

Destined now to fill a throne:

Sing with wonder,

Sing of what our Lord hath done.

4-Praise His name who died to save us,
"Tis by Him His people live :

And in Him the Father gave us
All that boundless love could give :
Life eternal,

In our Saviour we receive.

1-There's nought on earth to rest upon,
All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze upon,
The friends we count most dear :
One Friend alone is changeless,
The One too oft forgot,

P.M.

Whose love hath stood for ages past,-
Our Jesus changeth not.

2-The sweetest flower on earth,
That sheds its fragrance round,
E'er evening comes has withered,
And lies upon the ground:
The dark and dreary desert
Has only one green spot,
"Tis found in living pastures,

Our Jesus changeth not.

3-Clouds soon o'ercast our summer sky,
So beautiful, so bright,

And while we still admire it,
It darkens into night :
One sky alone is cloudless,

There darkness enters not,
"Tis found alone with Jesus,—

And Jesus changeth not.