7 Not now, for hell's eternal gulf is yawning, And souls are perishing in hopeless sin,Jerusalem's bright gates are standing open, Go to the banished ones, and fetch them in. 8 Go with the name of Jesus to the dying,

And speak that name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary,

Canst thou not watch with me one little hour?

9 One little hour!-and then the glorious crowning,

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The golden harp-strings and the victor's palm, One little hour! and then the Halleluiah!

Eternity's long, deep, thanksgiving psalm!

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HOPE ON! HOPE ON!

C. P.

OPE on! hope on! let no sad thoughts prevail,

Thou art not left to struggle on alone, Wide to the wind spread out thy strongest sail, Soon shalt thou reach thy destined port and home.

For He who rides the storm and walks the sea Is ever near to help and strengthen thee.

2 Hope on! hope on! though poor and weak tho art,

Unable oft to lift thy soul in prayer,

Withdraw thyself to some lone spot apart

From all things else, and wait upon Him there, Who in His love and pity to thy soul,

Will pour in healing balm and make thee whole.

3 Hope on! hope on! though tribulations may
Attend thee while a pilgrim here below;
Look unto Christ! the Life, the Truth, the Way;
Our Advocate who does our trials know;
He will uphold thee in the watery deep,
And in each slippery path will safely keep.

4 Hope on! hope on! why should'st thou trembling stand?

Why fear to meet the dangers on the road? Thy Saviour points thee to a brighter land, Where dwells the Eternal One, the Almighty God.

He will soon call thee to His rest above;
Hope on and trust to His redeeming love.

E.

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JESUS, THE TRUE SHEPHERD.

HAPPY soul, who, free from harms,

Rests within his Shepherd's arms;

Who his quiet shall molest?

Who shall violate his rest?

Jesus doth his spirit bear,

Jesus takes his every care;

He who found the wandering sheep,
Loves and still delights to keep.

2 Oh! that I might so believe,
Steadfastly to Jesus cleave!
Only on His love rely,
Smile at the destroyer nigh;
Free from sin and servile fear,
Have my Saviour ever near;
All His care rejoice to prove,
All His paradise of love.

3 Jesus, seek Thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead and keep ;
Take on Thee my every care;
Bear me, on Thy bosom bear,
Let me know my Shepherd's voice,
More and more in Thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive;
Ever in Thy Spirit live:

4 Live, till all Thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below;
Gladly, then, from earth remove,
Gather'd to the fold above.
Oh! that I at last may stand
With the sheep at Thy right hand!
Take the crown so freely given,
Enter in by Thee to heaven.

C. Wesley.

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THE LORD OUR Defence.

HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defence!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd the tainted air.

3 Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please;

The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.

4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,

Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise.

5 Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

6 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free:

Whilst, in the confidence of

prayer,

My soul took hold on Thee.

7 For though in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave,

I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

8 The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to Thy will;

The sea, that roar'd at Thy command,
At Thy command was still.

9 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore,

And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

10 My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be ;

And Ó, may death whene'er it comes,
Unite my soul to Thee.

Addison.

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SUBMISSION.

LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comforts to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears!
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No; rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;

Shall I resist them both?

A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!

6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to Thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

Cowper