Bowing beneath the rod.
Jer. xxxi, 18. Joel ii, 12. Jonah iii, 8-10.

1 SEE, gracious God! before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend !
'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone

Our humble hopes depend.

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand

Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,

And still we live to pray.

3 Great God! and why is Britain spar'd,

Ungrateful as we are?
Oh! make thine awful warnings heard,

While mercy cries :--Forbear!

4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord !

Bestow thy cheering grace!
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And hum

seek thy face.

5 Then, should insulting foes invade,

We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,

If God, our God, be near.

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L. M. God, the Giver of victory. 2 Chron. xxxii, 8. Esth, ix, 22. Ps. xx, 7.

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1 WHILE nations, fired with mutual rage,

In fierce contention warfare wage,
God reigns on heaven's eternal throne,
And makes their wills subserve his own.

2 On horses some their hope repose;

Some urge the chariot on their foes;
But we such feeble trust disclaim;
Our trust is in Jehovah's name.

3 The God, whom heaven and earth obey,

Did shield us in the dreadful day;
The God of battles o'er our head
His own victorious banner spread.

4 The God of battles—Thee we own;

The vict'ry, Lord ! is thine alone;
To Thee our grateful hearts we raise,
And own thy hand, and sing thy praise.

5 Oh! when we praise, and when we pray,

Do Thou, whom heaven and earth obey,
Accept the praise. confirm the pray’r,
And make our safety still thy care !


L, M. Dedication of the heart to God.

Ps. Ivii, 7; 1xi, 8; cxvi, 18.
1 Oh! HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice

On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.
2 Oh! happy bond, that seals my vows

To Him, who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,

While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart,

Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest:
With ashes who would grudge to part,

When callid on angels' bread to feast. 4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renew'd shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear,

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L. M.
The passing-bell.
Deut. xxxii, 29. 1 Sam. xx, 3. Heb. ji, 14, 15.
1 Ort as the bell with solemn toll

Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself:-Am I
Prepared, should I be call’d to die?

2 Only this frail and fleeting breath

Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,

And plunged into a world unknown. 3 Lord Jesus ! help me now to flee,

And seek my hope alone in Thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,

Subdue my sin, and let me live.
4 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,

If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be-

Perhaps it next may toll for me. 5 Rather my spirit would rejoice,

And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if Thou art mine.

C. M.


Sorrowing, not as those without hope.

2 Sam. xii, 23. 1 Thess. iv, 13-17. 1 Why do we mourn departed friends,

Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends

To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,

As fast as time can move?
Why should we wish the hours more slow,

That keep us from our love?
3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And sanctified its gloom.
4 The graves of all his saints He bless'd,

And soften'd ev'ry bed:
Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head?
5 Thence He arose, ascending high,

And shew'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly

At the great rising day.


L. M. Asleep in Jesus.

John xi, 11. 1 Thess. iv, 14. 1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!

From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturb'd repose,
Unruffled by the last of foes!


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