Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;

The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last laboring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

No Condemnation.

WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn?
'Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.
Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffered in their stead;
And, their salvation to fulfil,
Behold him rising from the dead.

He lives! he lives! and sits above,
For ever interceding there;
Who shall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?
Shall persecution, or distress,

Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He that hath loved us, bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.

Faith hath an overcoming power,

It triumphs in the dying hour;
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.

Jesus my All.

WHY should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempter's power?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

Though hot the fight, why quit the field?
Why must I either flee or yield,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

When creature comforts fade and die,
Worldlings may weep, but why should I?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

Though all the flocks and herds were dead,
My soul a famine need not dread,
For Jesus is my living bread.

I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows, and will provide.

Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.

Though faint my prayers and cold my love,
My steadfast hope shall not remove,
While Jesus intercedes above.

Against me earth and hell combine,
But on my side is power divine;
Jesus is all, and he is mine.

Rejoice Alway.

REJOICE, the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore:
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

Jesus, the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above.

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

He sits at God's right hand
Till all his foes submit,

And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet.

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given.

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy.
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

Rejoice in glorious hope;

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,

And take his servants up

To their eternal home.

We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound rejoice!

The Passing of Time.

How swift the torrent rolls,

That bears us to the sea!

The tide that bears our thoughtless souls

To vast eternity!

Our fathers, where are they,

With all they called their own? Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and car And wealth and honour gone.

But joy or grief succeeds

Beyond our mortal thought;
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

God of our fathers, hear,

Thou everlasting Friend!

While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend.

Of all the pious dead,

May we the footsteps trace;

Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.

A Trust-song.

Not so darkly, not so deep,

O my soul, now be thou stirred;

God is thy joy-let others keep

The wealth and rank he has conferred

Thou hast all in him, indeed;

Hast thou God, thou hast no need.