2 Oh, grieve not His Spirit, which striveth, allureth, The wayward and faint to a pathway of light, Who beyond ties of kindred and friendship endureth,

Who gives to His children, sweet "songs in the night."

3 In the hearts of the lowly, God's own Spirit dwelleth,

No tumults disturb them, no dangers affright; The wisdom He gives, human wisdom excelleth, And He tempers instruction with the night."

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"LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED."

BLESS'D Saviour! when the fearful storms

Of life around us press,

And we in vain for comfort seek,

Where all is comfortless;

Oh whisper then the sweet command,
Which Thou on us hast laid,

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"Let not your heart be troubled, Nor let it be afraid."

2 When in deep consciousness of sin,
We sink, Lord, at Thy feet,

Yet scarcely dare to raise our eyes,
Towards Thy mercy-seat;

Speak to the trembling spirit, Thou
Who hast our ransom paid,

"Let not your heart be troubled,
Nor let it be afraid."

3 Thus speak in each dark scene of life,
And at the hour of death

Be with us still, nor let our souls,
Fail with our failing breath;
Be Thou our Comforter and Guide,
Through that dread valley's shade,
Then our hearts shall not be troubled,
Nor shall they be afraid.

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"THY WILL BE DONE."

MFar from my home, in life's rough way,

Y God, my Father, while I stray,

Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!"

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2 Tho' dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me "be still," and murmur not;
And ever pray as Thou hast taught,
"Thy will be done!"

3 What tho' in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still I would reply,
"Thy will be done!

4 If thou should'st call me to resign,
What most I prize, (it ne'er was mine,)
I only yield Thee what was Thine;

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Thy will be done!”

5 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father! still I strive to say,
"Thy will be done!"

6 If but my fainting heart be blessed
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest;
To Thee, O Lord, I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!"

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7 Renew my will from day to day!
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say
"Thy will be done !"

8 Then when on earth I breathe no more,
The prayer half mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore
"Thy will be done!"

C. E.

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THE CHRISTIAN RACE.

WAKE our souls, away our fears,

A Let every trembling thought be gone,

Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power, Things great and marvellous hath done, And firm endures, while endless years, Their everlasting circles run.

4 From Thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their fancied strength, Shall droop and wither, faint and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Watts.

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HUNGERING AND THIRSTING AFTER RIGHTEOUSNESS.

FOR a heart made clean by grace Divine, Lord let Thy Spirit, through my spirit shine,

Whate'er consists not with Thy will remove,
And in Thy crucible my nature prove.

2 I have a heart that is by sin defiled,
Too oft is found within deceit and guile;
Thy work of love renew within my soul,
And make my wounded, sin-sick spirit whole.

3 My nature change through Thy transforming grace,

Amongst Thy children let me have a place;

Through Christ my Saviour true repentance give, That I to Thee, henceforth, alone may live.

4 May I through Him, with Thee acceptance find, His likeness stamp upon my heart and mind; Wash all my sins away; their crimson stain Hide 'neath the fulness of His glorious name.

5 Though I am weak and sinful, frail and poor, In Him my riches and my strength are sure, In humble confidence I urge my plea,

And through my dear Redeemer come to Thee.

6 Thus in Thy well-Beloved owned and blessed,
Let me enjoy in Thee a heavenly rest;
Behold Thy glorious excellence revealed,
And know my pardon and redemption sealed.

7 Fresh as the waters from their fountains spring,
So let Thy love cause my dumb tongue to sing,
That faith, and hope, and heavenly joy and peace,
May fill my soul and more and more increase.

M. B.

"FEAR NOT, ABRAHAM; I AM THY SHIELD, AND THY EXCEEDING GREAT REWARD.”

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HE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above,

Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love.

Jehovah, Great I am,

By earth and heaven confest;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever blest.

The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace

Shall guide me all my pilgrim days
In all my ways.