6 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way:

Wait thou His time-thy darkest night,
Shall end in brightest day.

Luther.

"I WILL FEAR NO EVIL, FOR THOU ART WITH ME."-PSALM XXIII., 4.

I N heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear,

And safe is such confiding,

For nothing changes here.

The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
This wisdom ever waketh,
The sight is never dim ;
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.

3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me
Where the darkest clouds have been.

My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free;

My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

A. L. Waring.

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THE NAME OF JESUS.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never-failing treasury filled,
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest and King;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;

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And may the music of Thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.

ALLELUIA.

Newton.

HOW glorious must that City be,

Where sin can never come;

And round the throne in spotless robes, Stand the redeemed throng.

C

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2 Loud praises singing to the Lamb,
Who bought them with His blood;
Loved them on earth, and now in heaven,
With everlasting love.

3 Eternity, so bright, so blest,
Where tears shall never flow,
Let my faint spirit onward press,
Thy endless peace to know.

4 Until, at length, the cord unloosed,
From every sin set free,

Joyful I wing my flight to heaven,
To rest, O Lord, with Thee.

5 And join the countless multitude,
Who stand before thy Throne,
Thy praise to sing, and love to tell,
Who brought me safely home.

H

WALKING WITH GOD.

G.

E walks with God, who lives a life of faith, And builds his hope on what the promise saith ;

Who letting go this world, the next secures, And still, as seeing things unseen, endures. 2 He walks with God, who lives a life of prayer, And daily casts on Him his every care;

Who in this sweet and sacred converse knows
The soul's refreshment and the soul's repose.

3 He walks with God, who, as he onward moves,
Treads in the footsteps of the Lord he loves;
Who keeping Jesus ever in his view,
Sees in his Saviour his example too.

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.

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OMETIMES a light surprises
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.

BREAST the wave, Christian,
it is strongest ;

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