At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.

Lord, thy arm must be revealed,
Ere I can by faith be healed!
Since I scarce can look to thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me;
At thy feet myself I lay,
Shine, O shine, my fears away.

Che Morning Toy.

MARY to her Saviour's tomb

Hasted at the early dawn; Spice she brought and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved was gone. For awhile she weeping stood, Struck with sorrow and surprise, Shedding tears, a plenteous flood, For her heart supplied her eyes.

Jesus, who is always near,

Though too often unperceived, Came his drooping child to cheer, Kindly asking, "Why she grieved ?" Though at first she knew him not, When he called her by her name, Then her griefs were all forgot, For she found he was the same.

Grief and sighing quickly fled
When she heard his welcome voice;
Just before, she thought him dead,
Now, he bids her heart rejoice.
What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for Jesus' sake,
He will wipe your tears away.

He who came to comfort her,
When she thought her all was lost,
Will for your relief appear,
Though you now are tempest-tost.
On his word your burden cast,
On his love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for a while may last,
But the morning brings the joy.

The Refuge.

JESUS! I come to thee,
A sinner doomed to die;
My only refuge is thy cross,
Here at thy feet I lie.

Can mercy reach my case,

And all my sins remove?

Break, O my God! this heart of stone, And melt it by thy love.

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Too long my soul has gone
Far from my God astray;
I've sported on the brink of hell,
In sin's delusive way.

But, Lord! my heart is fixed,
I hope in thee alone;
Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to thy throne.

Thy blood can cleanse my heart,

Thy hand can wipe my tears; Oh! send thy blessed Spirit down To banish all my fears.

Then shall my soul arise,

From sin and Satan free; Redeemed from hell and every foe, I'll trust alone in thee.

Our Peace.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary;
Rending rocks the words attesting,
Shaking earth and veiléd sky;
"It is finished!'

Was the Saviour's dying cry.

That which prophets long predicted, That which legal sacrifice

Only shadowed, not effected,
That which justice satisfies,
Now is finished!

So the dying Saviour cries.

Finished, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;
Finished, all that God had promised,
Death and hell no more shall awe.

"It is finished!"

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

Now redemption is completed,

Sin atoned, the curse removed,
Satan, death, and hell, defeated,
As his rising fully proved;
All is finished:

Here our hopes may rest unmoved.

O the life, the peace, the pleasure,

Which these charming words afford ! Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord. "It is finished!"

Let our joyful songs record.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Sound aloud Immanuel's fame;
All creation swell the chorus,
These delightful words proclaim,
"It is finished!'
Glory to his worthy name!

The King of Glory.

Our Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,-
Dragged to the portals of the sky:
There his triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay ;-
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in!
Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

Lo! his triumphant chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way! Who is the King of glory? who?

The Lord, of glorious power possessed ;

The King of saints and angels too;-
God over all, forever blest!