Grief and sighing quickly fled

When she heard his welcome voice; Just before, she thought him dead, Now, he bids her heart rejoice. What a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day! You who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away.

He who came to comfort her,
When she thought her all was lost,
Will for your relief appear,

Though you now are tempest-tost.
On his word your burden cast,
On his love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for a while may last,
But the morning brings the joy.

The Refuge.

JESUS! I come to thee,

A sinner doomed to die; My only refuge is thy cross, Here at thy feet I lie.

Can mercy reach my case,

And all my sins remove?

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

Too long my soul has gone
Far from my God astray;
I've sported on the brink of hell,
In sin's delusive way.

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.

Thy blood can cleanse my heart,
Thy hand can wipe my tears;
Oh! send thy blessed Spirit down
To banish all my fears.

Then shall my soul arise,

From sin and Satan free; Redeemed from hell and every foe,

I'll trust alone in thee.

Our Peace.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
Rending rocks the words attesting,
Shaking earth and veiléd sky;
"It is finished!'

Was the Saviour's dying cry.

That which prophets long predicted, That which legal sacrifice

Only shadowed, not effected,
That which justice satisfies,
Now is finished!

So the dying Saviour cries.

Finished, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finished, all that God had promised,
Death and hell no more shall awe.
"It is finished!"

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

Now redemption is completed,

Sin atoned, the curse removed,
Satan, death, and hell, defeated,
As his rising fully proved;
All is finished:

Here our hopes may rest unmoved.

O the life, the peace, the pleasure, Which these charming words afford! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord. "It is finished!"

Let our joyful songs record.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Sound aloud Immanuel's fame;

All creation swell the chorus,
These delightful words proclaim,
"It is finished!'

Glory to his worthy name!

The King of Glory.

OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,-
Dragged to the portals of the sky :
There his triumphant chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame ;-
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;-
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, of glorious power possessed ;The King of saints and angels too;God over all, forever blest!

Increase our Faith. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes,

To thee I breathe my soul's desires.

Art thou not mine, my dearest Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on thy everlasting word,

That word which built the earth and sky?

If my immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal life is sure;
This word a firm foundation gives,
Here let me build and rest secure.

Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immovable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth or hell
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
Since Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

The True Riches.

LORD, I delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.