warblers virtue's purer air, Το hold my course to thee:

home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where free,

When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish-
We fly to our Maker!" Save, Lord! or we perish!"
Oh, Saviour! once tossed on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,
Now, reigning in glory, the mariner cherish,

Who cries in his danger-> "Save, Lord! or we perish!"
And oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,-
When sin in the heart its wild warfare is waging,
Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to cherish,-
Rebuke the destroyer-> 'Save, Lord! or we perish!"

That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;

When at first I believed,

What a joy I received,

What a heaven in Jesus's name.

'Twas a heaven below,

My Redeemer to know,

On the wings of his love,

I was carried above

All my sin, and temptation and pain;
And I could not believe

That I ever should grieve,

That I ever should suffer again,

I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,

And the angels could do nothing more, Nor did envy Elijah his seat;

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;

O that all his salvation might see;
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.

My glad soul mounted higher,

In a chariot of fire,

And the world it was under my feet.

O! the rapturous height

Of that holy delight,

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,

I was perfectly blest,

And was filled with the fulness of God.
HYMN 564.

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Sweet, sweet is the cordial which friendship distils
For the heart that is stricken with sorrows and ills;
But sweeter, far sweeter, the balm which flows free
For the bosom that trusteth, O Saviour! in thee.
Dear, dear are the tokens which love leayes behind,
When brightness and beauty to death are resigned;
But dearer, far dearer than such can e'er be,

Is thy smile to the spirit that trusteth in thee. D. J. M.

HYMNS

HYMN 565. Gratitude, p. 90.
I've searched the sacred volume thro',
Its truth divine to learn;
And oh, enrapturing to my view,
What glories I discern!

Farewell to doubting, fears and pains,
Those tyrants of the mind!

The truth has burst their galling chains,
They can no longer bind.

I'll trust the promise of thy word,

'Till that triumphant hour,
When every creature shall be heard
Ascribing praise and power;
When all the ransomed, happy throng,
To praise the great I AM,
Shall join their voices in the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

Then let its persecuting foes
This precious faith revile;
Securely still will I repose
In my Redeemer's smile.

My weary soul in peace shall rest

On this transporting theme;
For all our kindred shall be blest
With life and joy supreme.

I'll trust the promise of thy word,
Till that triumphant hour, etc. L.C.B.

HYMN 566. Dempster, p. 207.
My soul has often stretch'd its wings
O'er nature's varied frame,
And search'd the rich tho' hidden springs,
Whence all her bounties came;

But still, whene'er its home it sought,

Like Noah's restless dove,
One truth from every scene it brought,
The truth, that God is love.

And if on life's eventful maze,
The fitful glance I throw,
Which calls to mind my former days,
With all their weal or woe;
Though here the cloud may darkly lead,
And there the fire may move,
Inscribed on each I still can read

The truth, that God is love.

But when, from this poor dust relieved,
I tread the courts divine,
And, to my Father's house received,
On Jesus' breast recline;

My soul in that ecstatic hour,

Shall higher transports prove,
And taste, in all its bliss and power,
The truth, that God is love.

OF ZION.

HYMN 567. Cuthbert, p. 76.

I love awhile to steal away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer;

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

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I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
And feel that they my strength renew,.
While here by tempests driven :
Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

HYMN 568. Thorning, p. 74.

The glorious universe around,
The heavens with all their train,
Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound
In one mysterious chain.

God in creation thus displays

His wisdom and his might;
While all his works with all his ways,
In harmony unite.

In one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
The saints below, and saints above,
Their bliss and glory find.
Here in their weary pilgrimage,
The Saviour is their song;
There, through one bright eternal age,
His praises they prolong.

HYMN 569. Willis, p. 77.

I sing the mighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies!

I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

Lord, how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

In every plant and flower below,
Thy glory is made known ;

And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.