4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; 5 I would, but thou must give the power, 131 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 2 Though I have grieved thy spirit, Lord, 3 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 132 C. M. Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. ISA. 40. 1. THOU who driest the mourner's tear! If, when deceived and wounded here, ? When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 3 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, 4 Then sorrow, touch'd by thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light 133 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, 2 Before the hills in order stood, C. M. 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 4 Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, 134 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. Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er; 135 C. M. Unto you therefore which believe he is precious. 0 1 PET. 2. 7. WHAT hath Jesus done for me! My sins were great, his mercy free; He shed his precious blood for me, 2 He helpeth me in time of need 3 Exalted at the Father's side, 4 He is my Lord, my risen Friend- 136 S. M. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand 0 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 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death whose pang 5 Lord God of truth and grace, 137 6, 5 O magnify the Lord with me, and let us O gratefully sing His power and his love! 2 O tell of his might! |