5 When gloomy death in dread array, Appears to call the saints away, Faith looks beyond the flood;

And when the soul to march prepares,
Good hope sends forth her fervent prayers,
And dies in peace with God.

403

Psalm cxxxviii, 5.

S. M.

2

Now let our voices join

To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along,

How strait the path appears!

How open and how fair!

No lurking gins entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.

3

But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;

The Sun of Glory gilds the path,

And dear companions sing.

4

See Salem's golden spires

In beauteous prospect rise;

And brighter crowns than mortals wear,

Which sparkle thro' the skies.

5

All honor to His name,

Who marks the shining way!

To Him who leads the wand'rers on,
To realms of endless day!

404

HIGH

Isa. lx. 18.

IGHLY favor'd congregation,
Saved by Jesus and esteemed,
Ne'er forget thy destination,

Why from this vain world redeemed.

2 Grounded on thy Saviour's merit, Blessed in His communion sweet, Destined Heaven to inherit,

And the church above to meet:

3 Witness here, to all around Thee,
Of thy Saviour's dying love;
Testify, He sought and found me,
Else I still should restless rove.

4 Evidence by word and action,
That thy faith is not in vain,
That thy highest satisfaction
Centres in the Lamb once slain.

5 By love's closest bonds united,
As the Lord's own family,
Be to serve His name excited,
Be to Him a fruitful tree.

6 Grant, Lord, to Thy congregation,
What adorns her in Thy sight,
Let her walls be called salvation,
Be her Glory, Shield and Light.

405

FAITH

Eph. ii. 8.

owes its birth to sov'reign grace, And lives beneath the throne;

8 7's

C. M.

There grace maintains her dwelling place,
And reigns supreme alone.

2 Faith yields to grace the glory due,
Nor dares assume her place;

But owns all doctrines must be true,
That spring from sov'reign grace.

3 Faith owns the sceptre through the cross,
And yields obedience true;
Counts all things else but earth and dross,
To keep the Lamb in view.

4 To live upon His precious death
Is faith's divine repast:

The language of His dying breath,
See, how she holds it fast.

5 Faith views Him dead upon the tree,
Then buried in the grave;

And waits around the tomb, to see
Him rise with power to save.

6 Then to the mount of Olives go,
There faith with eager eye,
Beholds her Lord leave all below,
To dwell and reign on high.

7

With tears of joy faith now believes
The day will surely come,
When he who Jesus' cross receives,
Shall see Him crowned at home,

TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame!

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

C. M.

2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flower and prime.

3 See the vain race of mortals move,
Like shadows o'er the plain;

They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

4 What should we wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

5 Now I'd forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I'd give my mortal interest up,
And make my God, my all.

407

O

John xix. 34.
BLESS'D Redeemer! in Thy side,
Upon the cross a wound was made,
The fount in which we're purified,
By which our heavy debt was paid.

2 Water and blood, in streams ran hence,
And on the earth were freely spilt;
Water, to sanctify and cleanse,
Blood, to atone for heinous guilt.

3 To place this wond'rous grace in view,
Baptismal waters were designed,

In which Thou, Lord, wast buried too,
To Thy great Father's will resigned.

L. M.

4 Thus sinners now, who die to sin, With Thee, are buried in Thy grave, And testify Thy love herein,"

Who bled, from sin and death to save.

5 And though their bodies turn to dust, This holy symbol doth assure,

The resurrection of the just

Shall lead to joys both bright and pure.

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2

ON wings of faith mount up, my soul, and

rise,

View thine inheritance beyond the skies: Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,

What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell:

There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,

O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns victorious.

No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending
pain,

In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow, there, no soul-tormenting fear,
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling

tear.

There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,

O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns

victorious.