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WELCOME, CROSS ! "Is my happiness below

Not to live without the Cross,
But the Saviour's power to know

Sanctifying every loss ;
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all-

This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil ;
These spring up and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil :
Trials make the promiso sweet,

Trials give new life to prayer,
Trials bring me to His feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear

I should prove a castaway!

Bastards may escape the rod,

Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God

Must not-would not, if he might.


OD inoves in a mysterious way

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace ;
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter tasto,

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain : God is His own Interpreter,

And He will make it plain.


H! for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb !

Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and His word ?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !

How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return !

Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

WISDOM. Prov. viii. 22-31.


RE God had built the mountains,

Or raised the fruitful hills; Before He fill'd the fountains

That feed the running rills;
In me from everlasting,

The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting,

And Wisdom is my name.
“When, like a tent to dwell in,

He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling

Of Ocean's mighty flood;
He wrought by weight and measure,

And I was with Him then :
Myself the Father's pleasure,

And mine, the sons of men.” Thus Wisdom's words discover

Thy glory and Thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover

Of our unworthy race !
Thy gracious eye surveyed us,

Ere stars were seen above ;
In wisdom thou hast made us,

And died for us in love.

And could'st Thou be delighted

With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted,

And nailed Thee to a tree ?
Unfathomable wonder,

And mystery divine !
The voice that speaks in thunder,

Says, Sinner, I am thine !”


O LORD, I WILL PRAISE THEE. Isaiah xii. 1.

WILL praise Thee every day,

Now Thine anger's turn'd away ;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
Here in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength ;
And His praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
Praise ye, then, His glorious name,
Publish His exalted fame !
Still His worth your praise exceeds ;
Excellent are all His deeds.
Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round I
Zion, shout! for this is He ;
God, the Saviour dwells in Thee.

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