3 In the sacred page recorded Thus his word securely stands; 'Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee, 'Nought shall pluck you from my hands :' Every word my love demands. S. PEARCE. HYMN 358. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [b] Prayer for Divine Consolation. Fhear a humble suppliant's cry; ATHER of mercies, God of love, o Bend from thy lofty seat above, p 3 Father of mercies, God of love, g Thy throne of glorious majesty : One pardoning word can make me whole, HYMN 359. C. M. p 1 RAFFLES Funeral Hymn. [b] THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to thee; In all my trials, conflicts, woes, Dear Lord, remember me. 2 When groaning, on my burdened heart My pardon speak, new peace impart, 3 If on my face, for thy dear name, o I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame If thou remember me. p 4 The hour is near-consigned to death, I own the just decree; Saviour, with my last parting breath, I'll cry-Remember me. HAWEIS. HYMN 360. 8 & 7. Smyrna. [b] In deep Affliction. P1F Feeling much, and fearing more, NULL of trembling expectation, Mighty God of my salvation, -2 By thy most severe temptation, 3 By the travail of thy spirit, In my pangs remember me! C. WESLEY. HYMN 361. C. M. Dedham. [b] 1 WHEN Hope in Trouble. HEN musing sorrow weeps the past, "Tis sweet to think of peace And feel that death is gain. at last, 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will, "Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still. 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys -4 It is that hope with ardor glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harassed conscience feels 8 6 0 let me wing my hallowed flight And soar above these clouds of night, HYMN 362. C. M. Abridge. [*] P1W This trembling house of clay, HEN languor and disease invade "Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, e 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend rest, 3 Sweet on his faithfulness to 4 Sweet in the confidence of faith, 5 If such the sweetness of the streams, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee? NOEL TOPLADY. OUR harps, ye trembling saints, u Loud to the praise of love divine, Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above, We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end, Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, s 1 HYMN 364. P. M. TOPLADY. Haddam. [*] The Cross the Way to the Crown. LOOK up to yonder world, Each bears a golden harp, And wears a sacred crown : s With zeal they strike The sacred lyre, 2 Believing in his Name, 3 And shall we not aspire, And strive to raise Behold his face Like them our course to run? The crown if we would wear, That crown must first be won: Divinely taught, They shewed the way, HYMN 365. L. M. First to believe And then obey. Luton. [*] The Redeemed round the Throne. Rev. vii, 9-17. 。 1LO: round the throne, at God's right hand, The saints, in countless myriads, stand; Of every tongue, redeemed to God, 2 Through tribulation great they came; 3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more; 4 They see their Saviour face to face, HYMN 366 7s. Evening Hymn. The Redeemed in Heaven. 1 THAT are these in bright array, Round the altar night and day, 2 These through fiery trials trod, 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 19 [*] MONTGOMERY |