As through this calm, this holy dawning
Silent glides my parting breath,
To an everlasting morning,

Gently close my eyes in death.

Blessings, endless, richest blessings, Pour their streams upon thy heart! (Though, no language yet possessing,) Breathes my spirit ere we part.

Yet, to leave thee sorrowing, rends me,
Though again his voice I hear:
Rise! may every grace attend thee,
Rise! and seek to meet me there.

HYMN CXXXIX.

LORD, I hear of showers of blessing,
Thou art scattering, full and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing,
Let some droppings fall on me.

Even me.

Pass me not, O God our Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me!

Even me.

Pass me not, O gracious Saviour!
Let me live and cling to thee;

For I'm longing for thy favour,
Whilst thou'rt calling, oh! call me.

Even me.

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,
Thou canst make the blind to see,

Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Speak some word of power to me.

K

Even me.

Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee;
Has the world my heart been keeping,
O! forgive, and rescue me!

Even me.

Love of God-so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich, so free,

Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify it all in me!

Even me.

Pass me not, thy lost one bringing
Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee!
While the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, O! bless me,

Even me.

HYMN CXL.

"Lo! we have left all and followed thee !"

JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Helpless, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence, my all shalt be.

Perish ev'ry fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition,

God and heaven are still my own!

Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them, untrue:
I have called thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee,

Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

But how weak

my

anxious graze

!

Dazzled by the radiant blaze;

Objects near I dimly view,

Falsely judge their form and hue.

Hasten, Lord! that blissful day
When, each shadow chased away,
Those who win the Christian race,

See their Saviour face to face!

ANONYMOUS.

HYMN CXXXIV.

HYMN OF A HINDOO CONVERT.

Put into verse, after hearing the sentiments in prose from the mouth of the Rev. EUSTACE CAREY, of Calcutta.

BE steady, be steady, Oh, my soul,
For the sea is come, and the billows roll;
With the help of my God, and none beside,
I shall safely pass the roaring tide.