all his

2 Then, though the worms my flesh devour, And make my form their prey,

I know I shall arise with power,
On the last judgment-day:

When God shall stand upon the earth,
Him there mine eyes shall see;
My flesh shall feel a second birth,
And ever with him be.

3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye;

And pains and groans, and griefs and fears, Shall cease eternally.

How long, dear Saviour, oh, how long

Shall this bright hour delay!

Oh, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
And bring the welcome day.

"I will give you rest.”
Matt. 11 28.
1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

Come unto me and rest:
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold, I freely give

The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink and live.
I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
I am this dark world's light,
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise
And all thy day be bright.

I looked to Jesus, and I found

In him my Star, my Sun:

And in that light of life I'll walk,

Till all my journey's done.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all,-
There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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1 THESE are the crowns that we shall wear,
When all the saints are crowned;
These are the palms that we shall bear
On yonder holy ground.

These are the robes, unsoiled and white,
Which we shall then put on,

When, foremost 'mong the sons of light,
We sit on yonder throne.

2 Then welcome toil and care and pain!
And welcome sorrow too!

All toil is rest, all grief is gain,

With such a prize in view.

Come, crown and throne; come, robe and palm;

Burst forth, glad stream of peace!

Come, holy city of the Lamb!

Rise, Sun of righteousness!

1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

1 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy remain

Forever on thy head.

Thou hast redeemed us by thy blood,

And set the prisoners free;

Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.

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sins of many." 1 I LAY my sins on Jesus,

Heb. 9: 28.

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains
White, in his blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
And fullness dwells in him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,

He all my sorrow shares.

3 I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on his breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is poured.

Lamb's book of life." Rev. 21:27.

1 Он, if my name be written
In God's own Book of Life,
How calmly will I suffer

All sorrow, toil, and strife!
Let fiercest foes assail me,
And compass me around,
If my poor name be only
On its bright pages found!

2 If there my name be written,
I'll welcome every woe,
And smile, though waves of sorrow
Body and soul o'erflow.
Bright gleamings from thy presence
Will make my spirit bright,
And keep my soul in patience
Till faith is lost in sight.

3 Oh, let my name be written
Within that blessed book!
In mercy, gracious Saviour,
Upon thy servant look,
Who daily mourns in sorrow

When weary footsteps. stray
From thee, O blessed Saviour,

The Life, the Truth, the Way.
4 Dear Lord, by earnest striving,
I wait to do thy will,
Watching and ever praying
Thy purpose to fulfil

I heed not, though thou lead me
Through sorrow, toil, and strife,
If but my name be written

In thy blest Book of Life!

we are the Lord's." Rom. 14: 8. 1 AMID life's wild commotion,

Where nought the heart can cheer,
Who points beyond its ocean
To heaven's brighter sphere?
Our feeble footsteps guiding,
When from the path we stray,
Who leads to bliss abiding?
Christ is our only Way.

2 When doubts and fears distress us,
And all around is gloom,
And shame and fear oppress us,

Who can our souls illume?
Heaven's rays are round us gleaming,
And making all things bright,
The sun of truth is beaming
In glory on our sight.

3 Who fills our hearts with gladness
That none can take away?
Who shows us, 'midst our sadness,
The distant realms of day!
'Mid fears of death assailing,

Who stills the hearts' wild strife? 'Tis Christ our Friend, unfailing,

The Way, the Truth, the Life. 115 "I will praise thee more and

more." Ps. 71: 14. ETERNAL praise be given, And songs of highest worth, By all the hosts of heaven,

And all the saints on earth, To God, supreme confessed, To Christ, his only Son, And to the Spirit blessed, Eternal Three in One.