2 All their toils and conflicts over,
Lo! they dwell with Christ above:
Oh! what glories they discover,

In the Saviour whom they love!
Now they see Him, face to face,
Him who saved them by His grace.

3 'Tis enough, enough for ever,

'Tis His people's bright reward;
They indeed are blest who never

Shall be absent from the Lord.
Oh! that we may die like those
Who in Jesus then repose.

Kelly.

"UNDERNEATH ARE THE EVERLASTING ARMS." -DEUTERONOMY XXXIII., 27.

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ILGRIM on the road to glory,

PILGE

Pressing toward the heavenly prize;

'Mid the ills that now disturb thee,
'Mid the dangers that arise;
When the way is dark and dreary,
Rugged, filled with vain alarms,
When perplexed, exhausted, weary,
Trust the Everlasting Arms !

2 When the waves of trouble threaten,
When the billows fiercely foam,
Human aid is unavailing,

Friends and helpers fail to come.
When of succour thou despairest,
And no voice the tempest calms,
Think of this, that underneath thee,
Are the Everlasting Arms!

3 When corroding cares oppress thee,
When the tempter's doubts assail,
When thy secret foes distress thee,
When they threaten to prevail ;
When thou dread'st the thought of yielding,
And woul'dst rather die than sin,
When thy hopes seem just expiring,
Everlasting Arms sustain !

4 And when all below is closing,

When thou dread'st the briny flood,
When thou feel'st the waters rising,
Thou shalt find the promise good.
Timid Christian! venture on it,
Bid farewell to all alarms,
'Tis enough that underneath thee,
Are the Everlasting Arms.

"THOU MAKEST THE OUTGOINGS OF THE MORNING AND EVENING TO REJOICE.”—PSALM LXV., 8.

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HE morning's outgoings, its beauty and splendour,

To Thy creatures, O God,

nesses be;

should Thy wit

And the stillness of evening, more soothingly tender,

Should gather our spirits to centre in Thee.

2 But the aid of Thy Spirit must livingly teach us, With power and with unction derived from above;

Ere the voice which they speak can availingly reach us,

Or we can interpret their language of love.

3 If the glories of nature alone could have guided, The pilgrims of earth to their mansions on high;

The light of the Gospel Thou had'st not provided, Nor a Saviour descended for sinners to die.

4 Then pour out Thy Spirit on sons and on daughters,

Open eyes to Thy beauty, and ears to Thy voice,

Till praise to Thy name, like the sound of vast waters,

Shall bid them with morning and evening

rejoice.

Bernard Barton.

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COLOSSIANS I., 19.

LAY my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him:
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares ;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrow shares.

3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

4 I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy child.
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angel's song.

H. Bonar.

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LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.

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OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour :

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain ;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

Cowper.

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WRITTEN IN A SEASON OF CONFLICT.

OURCE of eternal Love, in Thee I hide,
I have no refuge and no help beside,

Be pleased to keep me till the storm be past,
And safely gather into rest at last.

2 Now toiling on, amidst this daily strife,

Struggling between the powers of death and life,
Fightings without and fears within prevail,
But Thy preserving power will never fail.

3 Thou hast engaged to bring me safely through All thou shalt call to suffer or to do,

By Thy directing hand I would be led
And in the appointed path of duty tread.

4 On Thee, the Fountain of eternal good,
Still let me wait, to feel my strength renewed ;
In every dispensation bless Thy power,

And trust Thee through each dark or shining hour.