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Ps. XVI. 9.-" My flesh shall rest in hope."

1 JESUS, I cast my soul on thee,

Mighty and merciful to save;
Thou wilt to death go down with me,
And gently lay me in the grave.

2 This body then shall rest in hope,-
This body which the worms destroy;
For surely thou wilt bring me up
To glorious life and endless joy.

42 Ps. XVII. 7.-"Show thy marvellous lovingkindness."

1 TEACH me yet more of thy blest ways,
Thou Holy Lamb of God;
And fix and root me in the grace,
So dearly bought with blood.

2 O tell me often of each wound,"
Of every grief and pain;

And let my heart with joy confess,
From hence comes all my gain.

3 For this, O may I freely count
Whate'er I have but loss;

And every name, and every thing,
Compar❜d with Thee, but dross.

4 Engrave this deeply on my heart
With an eternal pen;

That I may, in some small degree,
Return Thy love again.

43 PS. XVII. 15.-"As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness.”

1 Far from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unseen by mortal eyes.

2 There pain and sickness never come,
And griefs no more complain;

And all who reach that peaceful home
With Jesus ever reign.

3 No cloud these happy regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's imperfect ray,

But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day,

5 Fair distant land, could now our eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more.

6 Oh, may the heav'nly vision fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear ev'ry thought above.

44 Ps. XVIII. 28.-"My God will enlighten my

darkness."

1 WHY fear the path of grief to tread? Why, Father, shrink from thy decree? If thus my longing soul be led

A safer shorter way to thee?

2 On wings of faith, o'er fogs of earth,
Thy servant, Father, teach to rise,
And view the blessing's native worth,
Clear'd from affliction's dark disguise.

3 Yon clouds, a mass of sable shade
To mortals gazing from below,
By angels from above survey'd,
With universal sunshine glow,

45 Ps. XXII. 6.—" I am a worm, and no man.”
1 ART thou a child of tears,
Cradled in care and woe,
And seems it hard thy vernal
Few vernal joys can show?

2 And fall the sounds of mirth
Sad on thy lonely heart,

years

From all the hopes and charms of earth
Untimely called to part?

3 Look here, and hold thy peace:
The Giver of all good

Even from the womb takes no release
From suffering, tears, and blood.

4 If thou wouldst reap in love,
First sow in holy fear;

So life a winter's morn may prove
To a bright endless

year.

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Ps. XXII. 31.-"He hath done this!"

1 GLORY unto Jesus be!

From the curse he set us free:
All our guilt on Him was laid,
He the ransom fully paid.

2 All his glorious work is done;
God's well pleased in his Son;
For he rais'd him from the dead:
Christ now reigns, the Church's Head.

3 His redeem'd his praise show forth,
Ever glorying in his worth;
Angels sing around the throne,--
"Thou art worthy, thou alone!"

4 Ye who love him, cease to mourn,
He will certainly return;

All his saints with him shall reign;
Come, Lord Jesus, come! Amen.

47 Ps. XXIII. 4.-" Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, yet will I fear no evil."

1 When the spark of life is waning,

Weep not for me:

When the languid eye is straining,
Weep not for me:
When the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing;
'Tis the fetter'd soul's releasing:
Weep not for me.

2 When the pangs of death assail me,
Weep not for me:

Christ is mine,-He cannot fail me,

Weep not for me:

Yes, though sin and doubt endeavour
From his love my soul to sever,
Jesus is my strength for ever!

Weep not for me.

48 Ps. XXXI. 15.-" My times are in thy hand."

1 "My times are in thy hand,"
My God! I wish them there.
My life, my friends, my soul I leave,
Entirely to thy care.

2 "My times are in thy hand,"
Whatever they may be;

Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.

3" My times are in thy hand,"
Why should I doubt or fear?
My Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

4" My times are in thy hand,"-
Jesus the crucified!

The hand my cruel sins had pierced
Is now my guard and guide.

5"My times are in thy hand,"
I'll always trust in thee;

And after death, at thy right hand
I shall for ever be.

49 Ps. XXXIV. 5.-" They looked unto Him and were lightened."

1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend;
Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.