4 Stand by me-speak those words divine, "I have redeemed thee, thou art mine," "Thee will I ne'er forsake;"

Say to my agitated heart,

Nothing from thee my soul shall part,
Nor thy sure covenant break.

5 And if a creature so defiled,

Whom yet thou deign'st to call thy child,
May ask one boon beside,

'Tis this-that in my suffering hour
Thy grace may manifest its power,
Thy name be glorified.

VIII.

ON LEAVING HOME FOR A MILDER
CLIMATE.

"My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest."-Exodus xxxiii. 14.

1 This gracious promise Lord, fulfil, Now that I leave a home so dear; My soul's sweet home is present still, If thou art near.

2 Beneath thy wings if I remain,

My home! my hiding-place! my rest! Sheltered, and safe, and freed from pain, My soul is blest.

3 Thy presence fills my mind with peace Brightens the thoughts so dark erewhile, Bids cares and sad forebodings cease, Makes all things smile.

4 This striking of my pilgrim tent
No longer mournful will appear,
If thy reviving presence lent,
The traveller cheer.

5 The spacious earth is all thine own;
What land so e'er my steps invite,
That land thine eye will rest upon
By day, by night.

6 I ask not health-I ask not ease,
I ask in thee my rest to find;
To all thy sovereign will decrees,
Be mine resigned!

7 Guide every step where'er I go;

Dictate each action, word, and thought; With those "fresh springs" from thee that flow,

Let all be fraught!

8 If soon my sun of life shall set,

Still let me work, ere sinks that sun: Nor mourn at last with vain regret, My task undone.

9 Link me with those who fear thy name, Whose zeal, and faith, and love, shine

bright,

And let them feed my lamp's weak flame,
With their pure light.

10 Whether again my home I see,

Or yield, on foreign shores, my breath, Take not thy presence, Lord, from me, In life or death!

11 In thee, my hiding place divine,
Be rest throughout life's journeyings
given,

Then Sweeter, holier rest be mine,
With thee in heaven!

IX.

COMMENDATORY HYMN FOR AN INVALID SETTING OUT ON A JOURNEY.

"He shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom."-Isaiah xl. 11.

1 Gracious Leader, and Defender
Of thy flock, in earth's dark vale!
Whose compassions deep and tender
Still flow forth, and never fail,
To thy safe and holy keeping

We our feeble one commend!
O'er him* watch with eye unsleeping,
Guide him to his journey's end.

2 Lord of heaven and earth! protect him,
Maker both of sea and land!
Comfort, strengthen, and direct him,
Hold him up with thy right hand;
Thou canst raise up friends 'mid strangers,
Thou all evil canst avert,

Be his shield in storms and dangers,
Carrying him through all unhurt.

* Or "her."

3 Saviour! in thine arms thou bearest
Those by sickness feeble made;
For thy weakest lamb thou carest;
Such are on thy bosom laid;
To that rest we now confide thee,
Loved one! through each change
beneath,

Let what will on earth betide thee,
There thou'rt safe for life or death,

X.

FOR THOSE WHO WATCH THE BED OF FATAL, but LONG PROTRACTED ILLNESS.

"The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning." 1 Ye, who as anxious months come round, The same sad couch of suffering tend, Listening to many a mournful sound,

And knowing what must be the end; Deem not that He whose name is love

Can err, in aught He please to ordain; Doubt not, these dark events will prove The sufferer's everlasting gain.

2 How can the members be conformed, Except by suffering, to their Head ?