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Thou art heaven on earth to me,-
Lovely, mournful Calvary!

HYMN 421, 8s and 7s.

Hope in God encouraged.

aff 1 WHY, when storms around you gather,

Should your trembling spirit sink? Look to God, your heavenly Father, And of his sweet promise think.

2 Fancy will be often painting

Scenes, in dark and fearful shade:
Yet why should thy soul be fainting,
Of prospective woes afraid?

3 Cease that dark anticipation!

Still let love and faith abound;
For the day of tribulation,

Strength sufficient will be found.

4 God is love, and will not leave you,
When you most his kindness need;
God is true-nor can deceive you,-
Though your faith be weak indeed.

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HYMN 422, 8s.

The Promise of God sure.

OW sweet on thy bosom to rest,
When nature's affliction is near!
The soul that can trust thee is blest,-
Thy smiles bring deliverance from fear:
The Lord has, in kindness, declared,
That those, who will trust in his name,
Shall in the sharp conflict be spared,
His mercy and love to proclaim.

2 This promise shall be, to my soul,
A messenger sent from the skies,—
An anchor when billows shall roll,-
A refuge when tempests arise:
O Saviour! the promise fulfill,
Its comfort impart to my mind,
Then calmly I'll bow to thy will,-
To the cup of affliction resigned.

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HYMN 423, C. P. M.
Resignation.

af 10 LORD! in sorrow I resign,

And bow to that dear hand of thine,
While yet the rod appears;

That hand can wipe these streaming eyes,
Or, into smiles of glad surprise,
Transform these falling tears.

2 My sole possession is thy love;
On earth beneath, in heaven above,
I have no other store:

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And though, with fervor, now I pray,
And importune thee night and day,
I cannot ask for more.

HYMN 424, C. L. M.
Submission in Trials.

1 WHEN I can trust my all with God,

In trial's fearful hour,

Bow all resigned beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power;
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.

p 2 Oh! to be brought to Jesus' feet,
Though trials fix me there,

Is still a privilege most sweet;
For he will hear my prayer;
Though sighs and tears its language be,
The Lord is nigh to answer me.

3 Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,
Still blessed when it takes;

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Blesséd be he who smites to save,

Who heals the heart he breaks:

Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores and death obeys.

HYMN 425, C. M.

Depending on Grace.

1 AMAZING grace!-how sweet the sound!——

That saved a wretch like me;

I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

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2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;

'T is grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4 Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess, within the vail,
A life of joy and peace.

5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;

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But God, who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

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HYMN 426, C. M.

Submission in Trials.

Y times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness,
In thee, and thee alone.

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PRAYER.

HYMN 427, C. M.

Habitual Devotion.

HILE thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.

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2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed,—
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

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Thy love my breast shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

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6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear,-
That heart shall rest on thee.

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HYMN 428, 78.

A Blessing humbly requested.

ORD! we come before thee now;
At thy feet we humbly bow;

Oh! do not our suit disdain ;-
Shall we seek thee, Lord! in vain?

2 Lord! on thee our souls depend,
In compassion, now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
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Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord! we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.

4 Send some message, from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart

Full salvation to each heart.

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn,
Let the time of joy return;

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Those, who are cast down, lift up,
Make them strong in faith and hope.

6 Grant, that all may seek and find
Thee, a God supremely kind:
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in thee.

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HYMN 429, L. M.

Forgiveness sought.

FORGIVE us, Lord! to thee we cry,
Forgive us through thy matchless grace;
On thee alone our souls rely,

Be thou our strength and righteousness.

2 Forgive thou us, as we forgive

The ills we suffer from our foes;
Restore us, Lord! and bid us live;
Oh! let us in thine arms repose.

3 Forgive us, for our guilt is great,

Our wretched souls no merit claim;
For sovereign mercy still we wait,

And ask but in the Saviour's name.

4 Forgive us,-O thou bleeding Lamb!
Thou risen-thou exalted Lord!
Thou great High-Priest our souls redeem,
And speak the pardon-sealing word.

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HYMN 430, C. M.

The God of Bethel.

GOD of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,

Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led:-

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present,
Before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers! be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.