Make me in Christ, my Lord, rejoice,
And melt my soul to love.

2 Cor. iv. 6. Ps. xliii. 5.

1 WHEN renovating grace begins To move the heart of stone, A holy joy illumes the soul,

As light from darkness shone.

H.

2 High songs of praise with dawn begin,
Exulting close the day;
And e'en the silent watch of night
Is vocal with their lay.

3 But cares arise-temptations throng-
The world prepares her dart-
A Horror of great darkness" falls,
And whelms the shudd'ring heart.

4 Yet why cast down, sad mourner, say?
Behold the glorious Sun-
Full oft he gilds the kindling morn,
Yet fades ere day is done.

5 But still his unextinguish'd beam
Behind the cloud survives-

Still his appointed course he runs,
And at the goal arrives.

6 Hope thou in God! and he shall make Thy path like noontide glow:

Obey him with a steadfast mind,
And thou his smile shalt know.

L. M.

HYMN 393.

Brentford. Sterling. Shoel.

1 LIKE Israel, safe upon the shore,
Who thought the conflict all was o'er;
Young converts view the frightful train
Of all their foes for ever slain.

2 But soon, with sick'ning heart, survey
The perils of the desert way;

The pow'r of sin revives again, And all their hopes seem false and vain. 3 The morning sun that shone so bright Is shrouded in the gloom of night; Hopeless the victor's crown to win, They yield ere they the fight begin. 4 But Jesus calls them to the field:

'Come, gird on harness, sword and shield; Stand fast in faith, fight for your King, My grace shall strength and vict'ry bring." HYMN 394. C. M.

Wantage. Chapel.

The Desert. 1 Pet. v. 8.

1 WHEN night descends in sable guise,
And spreads her gloom around,
To close the weary trav'ler's eyes,
And rest him on the ground;

2 Amidst the dreary desert wide,
The wand'rer faints to hear
The wide alarm on ev'ry side,
Which speaks some danger near;

3 So, in this wilderness of life,
Whene'er afflictions come,
We sink, as in a night of grief,
Far from our shelt'ring home.
4 The tempter's, like a lion's roar,
Sounds through the vale abroad;
Then let us watch, and ever more
Depend upon our God.

5 From ev'ry other help afar,
And left without a friend,
God is a helper ever near,
And faithful to the end.

HYMN 395.

L. M.

Luther.

Luther's Hymn. Old Hundred. Bath.

1 NATURE will raise up all her strife, Foe to the flesh-abasing life,

Loath in a Saviour's death to share,
Her daily cross compell'd to bear.
2 But grace omnipotent at length
Shall arm the saint with saving strength;
Through the sharp war with aid attend,
And the dire conflict safely end.

3 Act but the infant's gentle part;
Give up to love thy willing heart;
And grace will then the vict❜ry claim,
And light it with a purer flame.
HYMN 396. L. M.

Putney. Warwick.

Luther.

1 THE sov'reign Father, good and kind, Wants but to have his child resign'd;

Wants butthy yielding heart, no more— With his rich gifts of grace to store. 2 He to thy soul no anguish brings; From thine own stubborn will it springs; That foe subdue, the foe withinThen shall thy peace and joy begin. 3 Let faith exert its conqu'ring pow'r, Say, in thy fearing, trembling hour, Father!-thy pitying help impart"'Tis done—a sigh can reach his heart. 4 But if corruption's strength prevail, And if thy pilgrim footsteps fail; Lift for his grace thy louder cries, So shalt thou cleans'd, and stronger rise. HYMN 397. 8s.

Lambeth. Uxbridge.

1 THE happy in Jesus may sleep,
But Oh, till in me he appears,
Be this my employment, to weep,
And water my couch with my tears.
Ye watchmen of Israel, declare,
If ye my Beloved have seen,
And point to that heav'nly fair,
Surpassing the children of men:
2 My Lover and Lord from above,
Who only can quiet my pain,
Whom only I languish to love,
Oh, where shall I find him again?
Once more if he show me his face,
He never again shall depart.

Detain'd in my closest embrace,
Eternally held in my heart.

HYMN 398.

C. M.

Buckingham. Windsor.

Cotton.

Faith in suffering. Ps. xiii.

1 LET thy returning Spirit, Lord!
Dispel the shades of night;
Smile on this poor, benighted soul,
For Oh! thy smiles are light.
2 While scoffers at thy sacred word
Deride the pangs I feel,
Deem my religion insincere,
Or call it useless zeal;

3 Yet will I ne'er repent my choice,
I'll ne'er withdraw my trust;
I know thee, Lord, a powerful friend,
And kind, and wise, and just.

4 Then, O my soul, why thus depress'd,
And whence this anxious fear?
In God, the refuge, fix thy trust,
And check the rising tear.

HYMN 399.

L. M.

Moreton. Luther's Hymn.

Kelly.

Mariner. Matt. viii. 24. Ps. evii. 30.

1 THE christian voy'ger strikes the rock That lies conceal'd beneath the wave! Yet safely he survives the shock;

For Jesus is at hand to save.'