HYMN 220. L. M.
"Lord, to whom shall we go?'
THOU only sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my Almighty friend,
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
Whither, ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from the Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One glimpse of happiness afford?
Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart
Than all the round of nature gives.
Low at thy feet my soul would lie,
There safety dwells, and peace
divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.
HYMN 221. c. M.
"Remember me, O my God, for good.”
10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows I lift my heart to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, “remember me.'
When pressing on my burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, fresh peace impart,
In love "remember me."
Temptations sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
O give me strength, Lord, as my day;
For good "remember me.”
The hour is near, consign'd to death
I ov
own the just decree;
Saviour, with my last parting breath,
"remember me.'
And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then with the saints, at thy right hand,
Good Lord," remember me.'
HYMN 222. 7s. D.
JESUS, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy shelter fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with thee is found
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
HYMN 223. 6 LINES 7s.
Christ our example in suffering.
GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign d;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
Calvary's mournful mountain climb!
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finish'd;" hear the cry
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and glooin,
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is risen! he meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
HYMN 224. C. M.
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord."
DEAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?
Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.
HYMN 225. 6 LINES 8s.
The sympathy of Christ.
WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain;
He sees my grief, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
And do the sin I would not do,
May he who felt temptation's power
Still guard me in that dangerous hour.
And O! when I have safely past
Through every conflict, but the last,
Unchanging Saviour, watch beside
My bed of death, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
IIYMN 226. c. M.
"He knoweth our frame."
LORD we adore thy wondrous name,
And make that name our trust,
Which rais'd at first this curious frame,
From mean and lifeless dust.
Awhile these frail machines endure,
The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more,
But moulder back to clay.
Yet Lord, whate'er is felt or fear'd,
This thought is our repose,
That he by whom this frame was rear'd
Its various weakness knows.
Gently supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace,
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.
HYMN 227. C. M.
"Why art thou cast down, O my soul ?”
OUR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face!
He trusts in our Redeemer's hands
His glory and his grace.
Then why, my soul, these sad complaints,
Since Christ and thou are one
Thy God is faithful to his saints,
Is faithful to his Son.
3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd,
And part of heaven possess'd;
I praise his name for grace receiv'd,
And trust him for the rest.
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