I the high and Holy One,

Israel's God by all adored,
As thy Saviour will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.

For a moment I withdrew,

And thy heart was filled with pain; But my mercies I'll renew,

Thou shalt soon rejoice again :
Though I seem to hide my face,
Very soon my wrath shall cease;
"Tis but for a moment's space,
Ending in eternal peace.

When my peaceful bow appears,
Painted on the watery cloud,

"Tis to dissipate thy fears,

Lest the earth should be o'erflowed.

"Tis an emblem, too, of grace,

Of my cov❜nant love a sign;

Though the mountains leave their place, Thou shalt be forever mine.

Though afflicted, tempest-tossed,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou canst be lost,
Thou art graven on my heart:
All thy wastes I will repair,
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear
What a God of love can do.

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"Likewise I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth." Luke 15: 10.

"Christ did not count his converts by thousands, nor yet by hundreds, nor yet by tens-be counted them by units, he valued one soul, and yet at last shall he welcome his redeemed as a great multitude whom no man can number."

Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord!
In thee I put my trust;
Encouraged by thy holy word,
A feeble child of dust,

I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea;

And 'tis enough my Saviour died,
My Saviour died for me!

'Mid trials, heavy to be borne,
When mortal strength is vain,

A heart with grief and anguish torn
A body racked with pain;

Ah! what could give the sufferer rest,

Bid every murmur flee?

But this, the witness in my breast,

My Saviour died for me!

And when thine awful voice comman Is

This body to decay,

And life in its last lingering sands

Is ebbing fast away;

Then, though it be in accents weak,

And faint and tremblingly,

Oh! give me strength in death to speak
My Saviour died for me!

"And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day, for there is no night there, and they shall bring the glory and honor of the nations into it.". Rev. 21 25, 26.

"I have not said that there is no sin in heaven. I have not thought that necessary. If sin was there, night would be there, and the curse, and death, and all the other evils-the train of sin. These are not there. Therefore sin is not. No, " we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.'"

Oh! let our heart and mind

Continually ascend,

That haven of repose to find
Where all our labors end.

Where all our toils are o'er,

Our suffering and our pain;
Who meet on that eternal shore,
Shall never part again.

O happy, happy place!

Where saints and angels meet!
There we shall see each other's face,

And all our brethren greet.

The church of the first-born

We shall with them be blest,

And, crowned with endless joy, return
To our eternal rest.

With joy we shall behold,

In yonder blest abode,

The patriarchs and prophets old,

And all the saints of God.

We shall our time beneath

Live out in cheerful hope,

And fearless pass the vale of death,
And reach the mountain-top.

To gather home his own

God will his angels send,

And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumph end.

"It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord."

Matt. 10: 25.

"What bereavement have any of God's adopted children ever suffered, the sense of which was so keen as that under which the only begotten Son cried out: 'My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?'

Must Jesus bear the cross alone,

And all the world go free?
No; there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

How happy are the saints above
Who once went sorrowing here ;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

The consecrated cross I'll bear,

Till death shall set me free,

And then go home my crown to wear—
For there's a crown for me!

Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' piercéd feet,

Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And his dear name repeat.

And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring
Beneath heaven's arches high;

The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die!

O precious cross! O glorious crown!
O resurrection day!

Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away!

"We love him because he first loved us."-1 John 4: 19. "Who loved me and gave himself for me." -Gal. 2: 20.

"It is so broad that it comprehends a great multitude which no man can number-so long that it reaches from the infinite past into the infinite future-so deep that it stooped below the grave to hell itself—and so high that it reaches up to that heaven where he reigns King of kings, and God over all."

We love thee, Lord, because when we

Had erred and gone astray,

Thou didst recall our wandering souls

Into the homeward way.

When helpless, hopeless, we were lost

In sin and sorrow's night,

Thou didst send forth a guiding ray
Of thy benignant light.