4 We pray for grace to hold out well,
The conflict but begun:

They of their past engagements tell,
And sing the conquests won.

5 We fight the battles of the Lord,
And are sometimes cast down;
They wield no more the warrior's sword,
But wear the conqueror's crown.

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HYMN 48. 47s.

EEK my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;

Many ask to enter there,

When too late to offer prayer. 2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, And for ever bar the skies; Then, tho' sinners cry without, He will say, "I know you not." 3 Mournfully will they exclaimLord! we have profess'd thy name; We have ate with thee, and heard Heavenly teaching in thy word. 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea, Workers of iniquity;

Sad their everlasting lot

Christ will say, "I know you not."

HYMN 49. C. M.

THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, pierced by sins and sorrows here,

We could not fly to thee!

2 The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;

And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

3 0 who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love

Come brightly wafting thro' the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

4 Then sorrow, touch'd by thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Supplication. HYMN 50. C. M.

JESUS I throw my arms around,

And hang upon thy breast;

Without a gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.

2 O! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands!

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

3 Give me some kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;

And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

HYMN 51. C. M.

Lord, remember me."

THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching, burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Good Lord, remember me.

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me.

4 If for thy sake, upon my name,
Shame and reproach shall be,

All hail, reproach, and welcome shame!
Good Lord, remember me.

5 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me.

6 When in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of my last breath,
Good Lord, remember me.

7 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,

Then with the saints, at thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me.

HYMN 52. 3 8s, 2 7s, and 1 4.
Prayer for a Revival.

SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation;

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!

All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.

CHORUS.

Lord, revive us,

All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high !
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant shall droop and die.
3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd,
Ev'ry part looked gay and green;
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd,
Happy seasons we have seen!

4 But a drought has since succeeded,
And a sad decline we see;
Lord thy help is greatly needed,
Help can only come from thee.

5 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors tall as cedars,

Bright examples to our youth.
Some in whom we once delighted,
We shall meet no more below;
Some, alas, we fear are blighted,
Scarce a single leaf they show.

7 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant!
Cover'd thick with blossoms stood;
But they cost us grief at present,
Frost has nipp'd them in the bud.

8 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither,

Thou canst make them bloom again;

O, permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain. 9 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayer; Let each one, esteem'd thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snare. 10 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour To revive thy work afresh.

CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE.

HYMN 53. 8 lines 8.

E angels who mortals attend,
And minister comfort in woe,
Come listen, ye heavenly friends,
My happier story to know.
I sing of a theme most sublime,
No sorrow my song can control-
I sing of the rapturous time,

When Jesus spoke peace to my soul.
2 When guilt my poor heart did assail,
Because I had wander'd from God,
I strove my sad case to bewail,
My sins were a cumberous load;
O Saviour have mercy I cried!
O pardon a wretch that's so vile!