4-Thou know'st I love Thee, gracious Lord,

But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

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Exod. xiv. 15.

DODDRIDGE.

P.M.

1-Press forward and fear not; the billows may roll,

But the power of Jesus their rage can control;

Though waves rise in anger, their tumult shall cease,

One word of His bidding shall hush them

to peace.

2-Press forward and fear not; though trial be

near,

The Lord is our refuge,-whom then shall we fear?

His staff is our comfort, our safe-guard His

rod;

Then let us be steadfast, and trust in our

God.

3-Press forward and fear not; be strong in the Lord,

In the pow'r of His promise, the truth of
His word;

Through the sea and the desert our pathway
may tend,

But He who hath sav'd us will save to the end.

4-Press forward and fear not; we'll speed on our way;

Why should we e'er shrink from our path in dismay?

We tread but the road which our Leader
has trod ;

Then let us press forward, and trust in our
God.

61

Psalm evii. 1, 2.

1-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing Of mercies past, of joys to come;

The Lord their Saviour is and King,

L.M.

The cross their hope, and heav'n their home.

2--Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,—
Sweet is the subject of their song,-

Who, made the children of a King,
Expect to sit in heav'n ere long.

3-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,-
The Lord has kept in dangers past;
And oh! sweet thought, the Lord will bring
His people safe to heav'n at last.

4-Let sinners sav'd give thanks and sing,
Of Jesus sing through all their days;
In heav'n their golden harps they'll string,
And then for ever sing His praise.

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Heb. xi. 16.

S.M.

1-I have a home above,

From sin and sorrow free;
A mansion which eternal love
Design'd and form'd for me.

2-My Father's gracious hand

Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was plann'd ;
My dwelling-place with God.

3-My Saviour's precious blood

Has made my title sure:

He pass'd through death's dark raging flood,
To make my rest secure.

4-The Comforter is come,

The earnest has been given;
He leads me onward to the home,
Reserv'd for me in heaven.

5-Bright angels guard my way,
His ministers of power,

And watching round me night and day,
Preserve in danger's hour.

6—Lov'd ones are gone before,

Whose pilgrim days are done;
I soon shall greet them on that shore
Where partings are unknown.

7-Thy love, most gracious Lord,

My joy and strength shall be,

Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids me rise to Thee.

8-And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine;

In happier, holier strains I'll praise
grace that made me Thine.

The

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2 Kings iv. 26.

S.M.

1-Beloved, "it is well!"

God's ways are always right;
And perfect love is o'er them all,
Tho' far above our sight.

2-Beloved, "it is well!"

Tho' deep and sore the smart,

The hand that wounds knows how to bind,
And heal the broken heart.

3-Beloved, "it is well!"

Tho' sorrow clouds our way,

'Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.

4-Beloved, "it is well!"

The path that Jesus trod,

Tho' rough, and strait, and dark it be,
Leads home to heaven and God.

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2 Thess. i. 7.

C.M.

1-I hear a voice at dawn of day,

And to my heart it seems to say,
When sorrow dims hope's brightest ray,
"There's rest in heaven."