1. O tell me where the Dove has flown, To build her downy 2. I sought her in the groves of love, I knew her tender #6
win her to my breast; To win her to my
felt a
trai-tor's dart, Had felt a trai-tor's
3 I sought her on the flow'ry lawn, 5 Faith smiled and shed a silent tear Where pleasure holds her train;
But fancy flies from flower to flower, Then whispered, "I will tell you
So there I sought in vain.
1 'Twas on Ambition's craggy hill,
The Pensive bird might stray;
I sought her there, though vainly
still;
She never flew that way.
"The Dove may yet be found.
5 "By meek religion's humble cot,
"She builds her downy nest;
Go seek that sweet secluded spot, "And win her to your breast."
1 Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;
I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
And leaned upon his arm.
I How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God the Holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,
O God! thy will be done.
A cure for every ill,
2 We in these sacred words can find,
And bid each care be still.
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
30! let that will, that gave me breath
That gave the immortal soul,
In joy or grief, in life or death,
My every wish control.
4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, O teach iny heart the blessed way
And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
To imitate thy Son;
Teach me, O! God in truth to say, "Thy will, not mine be done.
TO-DAY THE SAVIOUR CALLS. 6s & 4s.,
2 He knows we are but dust
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
3 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower!
When blasting winds sweep o er the
field,
It withers in an hour.
4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
God's Care a Remedy for ours.
1 How gentle God's commands !
How kind his precepts are!
'Come cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.'
2 While providence supports,
Let saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guide his children well.
3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's
throne,
And sweet refreshment find.
14 His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day;
We'll drop our burdens at his feet,
And bear a song away.
1 Ah! whither should I go,
Burdened, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
2 My Saviour bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay!
3 What is it keeps me back
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
4 Jesus, the hindrance show,
Which I have feared to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
5 Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.
Love to the brethren.
1 Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
3 The men of grace Lave found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, are Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
6 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace
But we shall still be joined in heart, Drink endless pleasures in.
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
The Lord my shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place,
Where heavenly pasture grows;
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my future days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
Heavenly joy on Earth.
1 Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place:
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create.
Salvation by Grace.
1 Grace!-'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all its steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace taught our roving feet
To tread the heavenly road,
And new supplies each hour we meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
It lays in heaven the topmost stone
Through everlasting days:
And well deserves the praise.
а soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?
Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas?
Shall I be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds of ease;
2 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord,
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
8 Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And faith presents it nigh.
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
Hope of Heaven. When I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies, And wipe my weeping eyes. I'll bid farewell to every fear,
2 Should earth against my soul
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.
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