4 Blest is the man who humbly walks with God, And follows in the path by Jesus trod ; His way is holiness, his end is peace,

And glory crowns him when his labours cease. Preston Hymn Book

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JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING.

The Christian while he sings;

It is the Lord who rises

With healing in His wings :
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue,
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new.
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown to-morrow,
Bring with it what it may.

3 It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens,
Will give His children bread.

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither,
Their wonted fruit shall bear ;
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks, nor herds, be there :
Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

Cowper.

THE CHRISTIAN'S FELLOWSHIP WITH CHRIST,

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HOW blest the union, how Divine,

That saints with Jesus share ;

In sacred fellowship combin'd,

And guarded by His care.

2 As branches growing from the tree
Thence nourishment derive,

By sweet communion, Lord, with Thee,
Thy faithful followers live.

3 But if we cease from being Thine,
No life we then can know ;

As branches, pluck'd from off the vine,
Lie withering below.

4 Oh! may we still in Christ abide,
Nor e'er from Him remove;
Thus shall we richly be supplied,
With blessings from above.

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BREAST THE WAVE, CHRISTIAN.

BWhen it is strongest ;

REAST the wave, Christian,

Watch for day, Christian,
When the night's longest ;

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Onward, and onward still,
Be thine endeavour ;
The rest that remaineth,
Will be for ever.

2 Fight the fight, Christian,
Jesus is o'er thee:

Run the race, Christian,
Heaven is before thee:
He who hath promised,
Faltereth never;

The love of thy Saviour
It flows on for ever.

3 Lift the eye, Christian,
Just as it closeth;

Raise the heart, Christian,
Ere it reposeth:

Thee, from the love of Christ,

Death cannot sever,

Soon shall thy happy soul,

Praise Him for ever.

F. S.

ON THE DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN.

BROTHER, thou art gone before us,

And thy saintly soul is flown,

Where tears are wip'd from every eye, And sorrow is unknown,

From the burthen of the flesh,

And from care and fear releas'd, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

2 The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, And borne the heavy load;

But Christ has taught thy languid feet, To reach His blest abode;

Thou art sleeping now, like Lazarus
Upon his father's breast;

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

3 Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail;
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ,
And the Holy Spirit fail;

And there thou'rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

4 “Earth to earth,” and “dust to dust,”
The solemn priest hath said,
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed;
But thy spirit, brother, soars away,
Among the faithful blest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

5 And when the Lord shall summon us,
Whom thou hast left behind,

May we, through His redeeming grace,
As sure a welcome find;

May each, like thee, depart in peace,
To be a glorious guest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest.

Milman.

Well Thou know'st a sinner's heart; All my wounds are fresh before Thee, Thou alone canst heal their smart.

2 Thou alone, Thy balm applying,
Canst this aching pain relieve;
Balm that Thou hast bought with dying,
Give and teach me to receive.

3 Thou, of all-sufficient merit!

May the blood that from Thee flow'd, May Thy purifying Spirit,

Be upon my heart bestow'd.

4 Ah! how deeply am I wounded,
Spoil'd by Satan, pierc'd by sin,
And hath love for me abounded?
Hark! a Saviour speaks within.

5 "Sinner! yes, my love is towards thee,
Everlasting and Divine ;
Endless hope it yet affords thee,
Seek it, take it, I am thine."

6 And wilt thou be mine for ever?

Shall I live with Thee and reign?
Come, these mouldering chains to sever;
Come, for death to me is gain.

F. J. Gurney.

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THE LOVE OF GOD IN CHRIST JESUS.

LOVE Divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee?

I thirst, I faint, I long to prove

The greatness of redeeming Love,
The love of Christ to me!