'Tis thine each wandering soul to seek, (If driven, or left, or parted) To heal the weak, to tend the sick; To bind the broken hearted, May we, kind Shepherd, to thee cleave: Follow thy call, and to thee live.

Nor wilt thou, Lord, thy flock forsake, Ev'n when thro' death's vale passing; But with thy rod the count shall take,— Each one in love embracing! Lord, we would live to thee, and die Within thy care, beneath thine eye.

GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

God's grace contrived the way
To save rebellious man,

By Jesus' death, and rise, and sway;
Great grace-through-justice plan!

And

Grace led our wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;

grace to prayer grants succours meet,
While pressing on to God,

God's grace his work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves our praise.

AS a little child relies

On a care beyond its own;
Knows 'tis neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone.

So, I cast my care on thee,
God and Father, guard and guide;
Ever my protector be;
Ever for my wants provide,
What thou shalt to-day provide,
I will as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
I will to thy wisdom leave.

Thus relieved from cares and fears,
Loving, for thy love to me;

I would pass this vale of tears,
Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.

231.

LIFE AND DEATH.

S. M.

THIS world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love,

There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;

Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around that doom of death!

Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;

Teach us to walk in life's blest ways;—
To stand before thy Son.

I WOULD not live always: I ask not to

stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er my way:

The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, not enough for its cheer.

I would not live always no !-welcome the tomb !

Since Jesus has died, and has entered its gloom;

There in peace be my rest, till he bid me

arise,

To admire him in triumph ascending the skies.

Who? who would live always ?-away from our God,

Away from his peaceful and blissful abode ; Where the rivers of pleasure run through the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

Where saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

233.

P. M.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, oh! quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife!
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper, angels say,
"Sister spirit, come away:"
What is this-absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes-it 'disappears—
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! "O grave! where is thy victory!

O death! where is thy sting!"

234.

TIM

7's & 6's.

IME is winging us away
To our eternal home;

Life is but a winter day,

A journey to the tomb:

Youth and vigour soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be

Enclosed in death's cold arms.

Time is winging us away

To our eternal home;

Life is but a winter day,

A journey to the tomb.

But the Christian shall attain
Health and beauty soon, above;
Far beyond this world of sin,

Secure in Jesus' love.

235.

8's, 7's, & 4's.

PRESENT world I see thee flying
Fast as vapours in the wind;
All thy fond enjoyments dying,
Leaving not a wreck behind!
Sad delusion;

Where such shadows fill the mind.

World to come! my life, my treasure;
All are hid with Christ in thee;
All thy promised perfect pleasure,
Mine eternally shall be:
Thus foretasting

Would I follow Christ to thee.

236.

NAME OF JESUS PRECIOUS.

C. M.

JESUS! I love thy charming name,

'Tis music to my ear;