6 He will give-we ne'er can merit,
Perfect peace and heavenly rest :
What a treasure we inherit !

How are contrite sinners blest!

7 Jesus, with Thy word complying,
Firm our faith and hope shall be ;
On Thy faithfulness relying,

We would cast our souls on Thee.

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"ALL ARE YOURS."

LL things are our's,-how abundant the

ALL

treasure!

All riches which heaven or earth can afford; O may our love, like His grace, without measure, Abound to the glory and praise of our Lord!

2 All things are our's ; be it sickness or sorrow, It is ordered in wisdom and infinite love; Grief may endure for a night, but the morrow, Of glory will see us rejoicing above.

3 All things are our's; though the body may perish,

We faint not to see it fast wasting away; The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish, And strengthen in holiness day after day.

4 All things are our's; yea, the present affliction, Though now through the gloom of mortality viewed ;

For soon shall we joy in the blissful conviction, That thus it was good to be tried and subdued.

5 All things are our's, through the Saviour's merit; The shame of His Cross, which must needs be our own,

Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit, And sparkle like gems in our heavenly crown.

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WHY

JESUS, MY ALL.

Holme.

hour,

should I fear the darkest
Or tremble at the tempter's power;
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field,
Why must I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

3 When creature-comforts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep, but why should I?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.

5

I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants may be supplied,
But Jesus knows, and will provide.

6 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I may address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love,
My stedfast hope shall not remove,
While Jesus intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine,
But on my side is power Divine ;
Jesus is all, and He is mine.

Newton.

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FAINT, yet pursuing thus we tread,

Our weary, weary way,

The shadows thickly overspread,
And darkness dims the day;
Oh, for one gleam from yonder mount,
To guide us safe and sure;
"Yet onward press-behold we count
Them happy who endure."

2 Faint, yet pursuing-must it be
For ever dim and drear?
When will the gloomy shadows flee?
When will the day appear?
Oh, we have waited—waited long
The dawning of the light,

"Let Patience have her perfect work,
By faith and not by sight."

3 Faint, yet pursuing--poor and weak, And impotent and blind

We "strive," and knock," and

66 seek,"

And yet we do not find.

We walk in solitary ways,

Afflicted and alone;

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ask,"

" and

"Then courage! for He leadeth you,
In paths ye have not known."

4 Behold, ye faint, pursuing ones,
The Rock on which ye stand,
Your safe and sure abiding place,
The hollow of His hand.
He keeps your vessels empty,
That He Himself may fill;

He darkens earth to pour unmixed
The light of Zion's hill.

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5 Faint, yet pursuing-richly blest,
Oh, could ye see your lot;

Called gently from each changing rest,
To that which changes not.
Your Father, o'er each earthly joy,
Hath bid the curtain fall;

That He, when all things else are dark,
May be your All in all.

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THE CHILD.

QUIET, Lord, my froward heart;

me teachable and

Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weaned child :— From distrust and envy free, Pleas'd with all that pleases Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone :
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles;

Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove,
All their Father's boundless love.
Newton.

"WHAT ARE THESE WHICH ARE ARRAYED IN WHITE ROBES? AND WHENCE CAME THEY?"

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-REVELATIONS VII., 13.

WHAT are these arrayed in white,
This innumerable throng,

Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers for His righteous cause,
Followers of the Lamb of God.

2 Out of great distress they came,
Wash'd their robes by faith below
In the blood of that dear Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow.
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night :
God resides among His own,

God doth in His saints delight.

3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er ;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more :
No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

4 He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead :