5-Arise, and see the things above;
Let heaven be all thine aim,

Where Jesus dwells in bliss and love,
And earth and sin disclaim :

The world and all its empty joy
His potent breath will soon destroy ;
Abiding rest and peace of mind,

In Christ alone we find.

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John xiv. 6.

1--Amid life's wild commotion,

Where nought the heart can cheer,

Who points beyond its ocean
To heaven's brighter sphere?
Our feeble footsteps guiding,
When from the path we stray,
Who leads to bliss abiding ?-
Christ is our only Way.

2-When doubts and fears distress us,
And all around is gloom,

And shame and fear oppress us,

Who can our souls illume?

Heaven's rays are round us gleaming,

And making all things bright,

The sun of Truth is beaming,

In glory on our sight.

7.6.

3-Who fills our hearts with gladness That none can take away?

Who shows us 'midst our sadness,

The distant realms of day? 'Mid fears of death assailing,

Who stills the heart's wild strife?

'Tis Christ! our aid unfailing,

The Way, the Truth, the Life!

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Psalm lxvi. 16.

S.M.

1-Come and rejoice with me!

For once my heart was poor,
And I have found a treasury

Of love, a boundless store.

2-Come and rejoice with me!
I, once so sick at heart,

Have met with One who knows my case,
And knows the healing art.

3-Come and rejoice with me! For I was wearied sore,

And I have found a mighty arm

Which holds me evermore.

4-Come and rejoice with me!
My feet so wide did roam,

And One has sought me from afar,
And beareth me safe home.

5-Come and rejoice with me!

For I have found a Friend,

Who knows my heart's most secret depths,
Yet loves me without end.

6-I knew not of His love;

Yet He had loved me long,
With love so faithful and so deep,
So tender and so strong.

7-And now I know it all,

Have heard and known His voice,
And hear it still from day to day;-
Can I enough rejoice?

1-Precious is the name of Jesus!

Who can half its worth unfold?

Far beyond angelic praises,
Sweetly sung to harps of gold.

8.7.

2-Precious as the Mediator,

By the Father raised on high,
Precious when He took our nature,
Laid His awful glory by.

3-Precious-when to Calvary groaning
He sustain'd the cursed tree;
Precious-when His death atoning
Made an end of sin for thee.

4-Precious-in His death victorious, He the host of hell o'erthrows ;

In His resurrection glorious,

Victor crown'd o'er all His foes.

5-Precious, Lord, beyond expressing,
Are Thy beauties all divine;
Glory, honour, power and blessing,
Be henceforth for ever Thine!

1-My bark is on a troubled sea;

The winds and waves may adverse be;

But hope, my anchor's firmly cast

Within the vail, for ever fast.

L.M.

2-How oft, when tempest-tossed at night,
I watch in vain for dawning light,

Yet think, when terrors would prevail,
My anchor is within the vail.

3-Within the vail,-where Jesus stands,

And shows to God His blood-stained hands;
Within the vail,-He went to bear
My name upon the breastplate there.

4-My hope must have His righteousness,
For it can rest on nothing less;
Within the vail,-is still my prayer,
Oh ! may my anchor enter there.

5-Altho' the billows round me roll,
They never can o'erwhelm my soul;
Within the vail my anchor's cast,
Unshaken by the stormy blast.

6-Whene'er I quit this changing scene,
May I depart in hope serene ;

And find, when heart and flesh shall fail,
My anchor cast within the vail.