2 To him shall every knee be bowed;
His claims shall angels own;
Around the rising victor crowd,
And hail him to his throne.

3 Let saints on earth their tribute bring,
And echo back the sound;
For he who saves them is the King
By hosts angelic crowned.

17. 7s M.

MRS. HEMANS.

"That men pray every where."

1 CHILD, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light tades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy harvest work to leave,-
Pray; ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart, and bend the knee.
2 Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band ;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone ;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor on the darkening sea ;-
Lift the heart and bend the knee.

18. 7s M. 61. MONTGOMERY.

A Sinner imploring Mercy. Ps. 69.

1 GOD, be merciful to me,

For my spirit trusts in thee,
And to thee, her refuge springs;
Be the shadow of thy wings
Round the trembling sinner cast,
Till the storm is overpast.

2 Poor and sorrowful am I;

Set me, O my God, on high;
Wonders thou for me hast wrought;
Nigh to death my soul is brought;
Save me, Lord, in mercy save,
Lest I sink below the grave.

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L. M. MONTGOMERY. Confession and Prayer. — Ps. 51. 1 HAVE mercy on me, O my God, In loving kindness hear my prayer; Withdraw the terror of thy rod; Lord, in thy tender mercy spare. 2 Offences rise where'er I look :

But I confess their guilt to thee;
Blot my transgressions f.om thy book,
Cleanse me from mine iniquity.
A perfect heart in me create,
Renew my soul in innocence;
Cast not the suppliant from thy gate,
Nor take thine holy Spirit hence.
4 Thy consolations, as of old,

Now to my troubled mind restore;
By thy free Spirit's might uphold
And guide my steps, to fall no more.

Looking upward in Affliction.

1 GoD of my life, to thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall,

When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail!

2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint,

Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load.

21. 7s M. 61. J. NEWTON.
The Child of God.

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases thee.
2 What thou shalt today provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What tomorrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;

Knows he's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone;

Let me thus with thee abide,

As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

Health, Sickness, and Recovery. - Ps. 30. 1 FIRM was my health, my day was bright, And I presumed 't would ne'er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, 'Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.' 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died, 3 Hear me, O God of grace,' I said,

And bring me from among the dead;' Thy word rebuked the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love removed my guilt,

4 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo, Are turned to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round, 5 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name; Thy praise shall sound through earth and heaven,

For sickness healed and sins forgiven.

23. L. M. 61. BP. HEBER.

Unspeakable Glories of Heaven.

1 I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen With garlands gay of various green; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield; And earth and ocean seemed to say 'Our beauties are but for a day!' 2 I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled Op wheels of amber and of gold;

I praised the moon, whose softer eye
Gleamed sweetly through the summer
sky!

And moon and sun in answer said,
Our days of light are numbered!"
O God! O Good beyond compare !
If thus thy meaner works are fair!
If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of ruined earth and sinful man,
How glorious must the mansion be
Where thy redeemed shall dwell with

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thee!

For increase of Faith.

1 LORD I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.
2 Lord I believe; but gloomy fears

Sometimes bedim my sight;

I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord I believe; but thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow
The confidonce I seek.

4 Yes! I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow;
Help thou my unbelief!

L. M. H. K. WHITE.
At parting.

1 CHRISTIANS and brethren, ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart;
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
One final song of grateful praise.
2 Beloved! we here may meet no more ;
But there is yet a happier shore ;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Oh brethren! we shall meet again.

On Jordan's bank, whene'er we come, And hear the swelling waters roar,

Father, convey as safely home,

To friends not lost, but gone before.

Dust to dust; the Spirit to God.

1 CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with us thy footstep trod,
His seal was on thy brow.

1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woes shall dim that hour,
Which manifests the Saviour's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space

Debars this precious hiding place;
On Indian plains, or Lapland's snows,
Believers find the same repose.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be ;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
32. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

For a New Year.

1 GoD of my life, thy constant care With blessings crowns each opening year.

This guilty life dost thou prolong, And wake anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since from this day the changing sun Through his last yearly period run!

3 We yet survive; but who can say, Or through the year, or month, or day, 'I will retain this vital breath; Thus far at least in league with death?'

4 That breath is thine, Eternal God;
"Tis thine to fix my soul's abode ;
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
5 To thee our spirits we resign;
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising
year.

6 Thy children, ready to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore,
Where years and death are known no

streams

Their primal bounds and limits keep;
Who lay'st thy temple's starry beams
Unshaken on the mighty deep;

2 Conduct us o'er the trackless waste
That spurns the print of human feet,
But where thy presence may be traced
In every wind and wave we meet!
3 And as the liquid plains we rove,
Should stormy winds resistless blow,
O save us from the flash above!
O spare us from the gulf below!

4 But teach us, more than all the rest.
To bow submissive to thy will,
In all thy tender mercies blest,
In all thy judgments, patient still!

5 That when life's weary voyage is past, By favoring gales or tempests driven, Our steadfast barks may gain at last Their wished for port, their port in heaven.