4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross, all stained with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

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L. M.

Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.-PsA. 51. 2.

THOU that hear'st when she thes try
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Though I have grieved thy spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

3 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

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C. M.

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.

ISA. 40. 1.

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

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

? When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;-

3 O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through 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.

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God over all, blessed forever.-ROM. 9. 5.

OUR God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

C. M.

3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.

4 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

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For I reckon that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.-ROM. 8. 18.

UT on an ocean all boundless we ride,

OUT

We're homeward bound, homeward bound; Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, We're homeward bound, homeward bound. Far from the safe, quiet harbour we've rode, Seeking our Father's celestial abode,

Promise of which on us each he bestowed,

We're homeward bound, homeward bound.

2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, We're homeward bound.

Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores, We're homeward bound.

Steady, O pilot, stand firm at the wheel; Steady! we soon shall outweather the gale, O how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sail! We're homeward bound.

3 Into the harbour of heaven now we glide, We're home at last.

Softly we drift on its bright silver tide.
We're home at last.

Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er;
We stand secure on the glorified shore,
Glory to God! we will shout evermore.
We're home at last.

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C. M.

Unto you therefore which believe he is precious.

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1 PET. 2. 7.

WHAT hath Jesus done for me!
He died to save my soul;

My sins were great, his mercy free;
His blood hath made me whole.
CHORUS:

He shed his precious blood for me,
He gave his precious life for me.
The Saviour in glory pleads for me,
And bids me welcome home,
Welcome home.

2 He helpeth me in time of need
By his almighty grace;
For me he evermore doth plead,
And I shall see his face.

3 Exalted at the Father's side,
My mansion he prepares;
My home of glory he'll provide;
He answers all my prayers.

4 He is my Lord, my risen Friend-
He reigns upon the throne;
And he will keep me to the end,
Through faith in him alone.

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S. M.

And I saw the dead, small and great, stand

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before God.-REV. 20. 12.

WHERE shall rest be found

Rest for the weary soul?

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh:
"Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun:
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.

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6, 5

O magnify the Lord with me, and let us
exalt his name together.-Psa. 34. 8.
WORSHIP the King
All-glorious above;

O gratefully sing

His power and his love!
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendour,
And girded with praise.

2 O tell of his might!
O sing of his grace!
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space!