4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend,
And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.
5 Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;
The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundations shake.

6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly host with praises loud
Shall meet them in the sky.

7 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go;
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.

8 A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore,
Where death-divided friends at last
Shall meet, to part no more.

242.

THE TRUE RICHES.

Romberg-Plymouth-Silchester.

1 Lord, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.

S. M.

2 When nature's streams are dry,
Thy fulness is the same;
With this will I be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.

3 Should I a drop bemoan,
Who have a fountain near,
A fountain which will ever run
With waters sweet and clear?

4 There can no good be found
But may be found in thee;
I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.

5 O for a stronger faith

To look within the vail,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail!

6 Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

7 I cast my care on thee,

I triumph and adore;

Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

243.

THE FRIEND NEVER-FAILING.

C. M.

Huntingtower-St. Mary's-Solomon.

10 thou who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee.

2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

4 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

244.

STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS.

C. M.

Jackson's-Harrington-Harborough.

1 When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
"Tis sweet to look beyond the cage,
And long to soar away.

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love:

Sweet to look upward to the throne,
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down;

Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joy my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that thy death
My debt of suffering paid.

5 Sweet on thy faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on thy covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

6 Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust thy truth divine;
Sweet to lie passive in thy hands,
And have no will but thine.

7 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss.
Immediately from thee!

245.

THE WILL OF GOD.

C. M.

Zuingle-Jerusalem-Loughton.

1 I worship thee, sweet will of God! And all thy ways adore,

And every day I live I seem

To love thee more and more.

2 Thou wert the end, the blessed rule
Of Jesu's toils and tears;
Thou wert the passion of his heart
Those three and thirty years.

3 And he hath breathed into my soul
A special love of thee,

A love to lose my will in his,
And by that loss be free.

4 I love to kiss each print where thou
Hast set thine unseen feet;

I cannot fear thee, blessed will!
Thine empire is so sweet.

5 When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to thee.

6 I know not what it is to doubt;
My heart is ever gay;

I run no risk, for, come what will,
Thou always hast thy way.