Submitting.

WEARY of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,
At length I give the contest o'er,
And seek to free myself no more.

From my own works at last I ceaseGod, who creates, must seal my peace; Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, Unless thy sovereign grace I share.

Lord, I despair myself to heal,
I see my sin, but cannot feel;
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid the obedient waters flow.

'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign,
To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine.

With simple truth to thee I call,
My light, my life, my Lord, my all:
I wait the moving of the pool---

I wait the word that speaks me whole.

Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart.

Guidance Through Life.

THOU who didst for Peter's faith
Kindly condescend to pray,
Thou, whose loving kindness hath
Kept me to the present day,
Kind Conductor,

Still direct my devious way!

When a tempting world in view
Gains upon my yielding heart,
When its pleasures I pursue,

Then one look of pity dart,

Teach me pleasures

Which the world can ne'er impart.

When with horrid thoughts profane

Satan would my soul invade,
When he calls religion vain,

Mighty Victor! be my aid!
Send thy Spirit,

Bid me conflict undismayed.

When my unbelieving fear

Makes me think myself too vile,

When the legal curse I hear,

Cheer me with a gospel smile:

Or if hiding,

Hide thee only for a while.

When I listen to thy word,

In thy temple cold and dead, When I cannot see my Lord, All faith's little daylight fled, Sun of glory,

Beam again around my head.

When thy statutes I forsake,
When my graces dimly shine,
When the covenant I break,
Jesus, then remember thine :
Check my wanderings

By a look of love divine.

Then if heavenly dews distil,

And my views are bright and clear,

While I sit on Zion's hill,

Temper joy with holy fear;

Keep me watchful,

Safe alone while thou art near.

When afflictions cloud my sky,

When the tide of sorrow flows,

When the rod is lifted high,

Let me on thy love repose;

Stay thy rough wind,

When thy chilling east wind blows.

When the vale of death appears,

Faint and old this mortal clay,

Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way:
Break the shadows,

Usher in eternal day.

Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire,
Open thou the crystal gate,

To thy praise attune my lyre;
Dwell for ever,

Dwell on each immortal wire.

From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night, and cloud by day;
While my triumphs

At my Leader's feet I lay.

And when mighty trumpets blown,
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,

With the ransomed,

Judge and Saviour, own my name !

Prospects of Heaven.

WHAT must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, Since the sweet earnest of his love

O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains! No heart can think, no tongue explain, What bliss it is with Christ to reign.

When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more, How shall we view the Prince of Light,

And all his works of grace explore! What heights and depths of love divine Will then through endless ages shine!

This is the heaven I long to know:

For this with patience would I wait, Till, weaned from earth and all below, I mount to my celestial seat,

And wave my palm, and wear my crown, And with the elders cast them down.

Sleeping in Jesus.

ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weepi
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!

Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet:
With holy confidence to sing

That death hath lost its venomed sting!

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