6-The leaden hours-they linger long;
But still they pass away;

The night is done, and the blessed sun
Breaks forth with a golden ray.

7—The Christian's life is a weary strife;
And often his heart would yield,

But there's One to stand at his right hand,
His wavering faith to shield.

8-He feels, though his heart may fail,
His Saviour's will is best ;

And at length the life and the struggle o'er,
The soldier of Christ may rest.

126

Heb. xi. 16.

P.M.

1-Know ye that better land,

Where care's unknown?

Know ye that blessed land

Around the throne?

There, there is happiness,

There streams of purest bliss ;

There, there are rest and peace—
There, there alone.

2-Yes, yes, we know that place,

We know it well

Eye hath not seen His face,
Tongue cannot tell;

There are the angels bright,
There saints enrob'd in white,
All, all are cloth'd in light-
There, there they dwell.

3-Oh! we are weary here, A little band,

Yet soon in glory there

We hope to stand;

Then let us haste away,

Speed o'er this world's dark way,
Unto that land of day—
That better land.

4-Come! hasten that sweet day,
Let time begone,

Come! Lord, make no delay,
On Thy white throne;

Thy face we wish to see

To dwell and reign with Thee,

And, Thine for ever be—

Thine, Thine alone.

127

1 Thess. i. 8.

1-Sound, sound the truth abroad,
Bear ye the word of God

Through the wide world:

Tell what our Lord hath done,
Tell how the day is won,

And from his lofty throne
Satan is hurl'd.

2-Far over sea and land,

'Tis our own Lord's command,
Bear ye His name:

Bear it to ev'ry shore,

Regions unknown explore,

Enter at every door :-
Silence is shame.

3-Speed on the wings of love;
Jesus, who reigns above,
Bids us to fly :

They who His message bear,
Should neither doubt nor fear;

He will their friend appear,
He will be nigh.

P.M

4-When on the mighty deep,
He will their spirits keep,
Stay'd on His word:

When in a foreign land,
No other friend at hand,
Jesus will by them stand,-
Jesus their Lord.

5-Ye, who forsaking all
At your lov'd Master's call,
Comforts resign;

Soon will the work be done,
Soon will the prize be won,
Brighter than yonder sun
Then shall ye shine.

1-Sweet is the solace of Thy love,
My heavenly Friend, to me,

While through the hidden way of faith
I journey home with Thee,
Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.

P.M.

2-Though from the shadow of Thy peace

My feet would often stray,

Thy mercy follows every step.

And will not turn away;

Yea, Thou wilt comfort me at last,
As none beneath Thee may.

3-Oft in a dark and lonely place,
I hush my hasten'd breath,
To hear the comfortable words
Thy loving Spirit saith;
And feel my safety in Thy hand
From every kind of death.

4-Oh! there is nothing in the world
To weigh against Thy will ;

E'en the dark times I dread the most
Thy covenant fulfil ;

And when the glorious morning dawns
I find Thee with me still.

5-No other comforter I need,

If Thou, Lord, be mine;

Thy rod will bring my spirit low,

Thy fire my heart refine,

And cause me pain that none can heal
By other love than Thine.