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HYMN 110. C. M.
Resignation. FOR me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commissioned bring; If all my withering blessings die,
Or fairer clusters spring ; 2 Oh! grant that still with grateful heart,
My years resigned may run ; 'Tis thine to give, or to resume ;
And may thy will be done.
HYMN 111. C. M.
The Canaan of Rest.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
To cross this narrow sea,
And fear to launch away.
5 O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that riseAnd see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb were Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
HYMN 112. L. M.
Confidence in God.
WHEN in the hours of lonely wo,
I give my sorrows leave to flow; And anxious fear and dark distrust Weigh down my spirit in the dust; 2 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid Can heal the wounds the world has made, Oh, this shall check each rising sigh, My heavenly Father still is nigh. 3 His counsels and upholding care, My safety and my comfort are ; And he shall guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of
grace. 4 Father, in whom but thee above Can I repose my trust, my love? Nor shall an earthly object be Loved in comparison with thee. 5 My flesh is hastening to decay, Soon shall the world have passed away; And what can mortal friends avail, When heart and strength and life shall fail.
6 But, O, be thou my Father, nigh,
HYMN 113. L. P. M. 61.
A BOVE-below-where'er I gaze,
Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view,
Or glistening in the morning dew;
2 I hear thee in the stormy wind,
That turns the ocean-wave to foam ; Nor less thy wondrous power I find,
When summer airs around me roam; The tempest and the calm declare Thyself—for thou art everywhere.
3 When yonder radiant orb of light,
Hath tipped the mountain-tops with gold,
Shrinks from the wonders I behold:
The twilight eve-the dewy morn;
Thine hands have fashioned to adorn ;
HYMN 114. L. M. 81.
Charity FAIR charity, who from above,
Camest down to dwell a pilgrim here, Thy voice is praise, thy smile is love,
And pity's soul is in thy tear! When on the shrine of God were laid,
First-fruits of all most good and fair, That ever grew in Eden's shade,
Thine was the holiest offering there!
2 Hope and her sister, Faith, were given
But as our guides to yonder sky; Soon as they reach the verge of heaven,
Lost in that blaze of bliss, they die. But long as Love, Almighty Love,
Shall on his throne of thrones abide Thou shalt, oh! Charity, dwell above,
Smiling for ever by his side.
HYMN 115. S. M.
BEHOLD the sun, how bright
From yonder east he springs, As if the soul of life and light,
Were breathing from his wings.
2 So bright the gospel broke
Upon the souls of men ;
In truth's full radiance there.
3 Before yon sun arose,
Stars clustered through the sky-But O, how dim, how pale were those,
To his one burning eye! 4 So truth lent many a ray,
To bless the Pagan's night-
To thy one glorious light!
HYMN 116. 113 M.
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
HYMN 117. C. P. M. 61.
Let each enraptured thought obey,
To swell the inspiring theme.