No home of rest beyond it all,

No guide or help in thee!

2 But thou art near, and with us still,
To keep us on the way

That leads along this vale of tears
To the bright world of day.

3 There shall thy glory, O our God!
Break fully on our view;

And we, thy saints, rejoice to find
That all thy word was true.

4 There Jesus, on his heavenly throne,
Our wondering eyes shall see;
While we the blest partakers there,
Of all his joy shall be.

5 Sweet hope! we cheerfully renounce
A sinful world like this,

To bear the cross, despise the shame,
For all that weight of bliss.

248.

HE GOETH BEFORE THEM.

St. Thomas-St. David's-Tiverton. 1 Lord, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live;

To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

C. M.

If short, yet why should I be sad

To soar to endless day?

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before;

He that into God's kingdom comes,
Must enter by his door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be?

5 Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.

6 My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

249.

WHY THESE CARES?

L.M.

St. Ambrose Melcombe-Stourbridge.

1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before his mercy-seat
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,

And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

250.

1

CASTING CARE ON GOD.

Selma-Birmingham-Ipswich.

Commit thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,

To his sure truth, and tender care,

S. M.

Who earth and heaven commands:
2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.

3 Put thou thy trust in God,
In duty's path go on;

Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done:

3 I feel that I am weak,

And prone to every sin;

But thou who giv'st to those who seek,
Wilt give me strength within.

4 I need not fear my foes;

I need not yield to care;

I need not sink beneath my woes,
For thou wilt answer prayer.

5 In my Redeemer's name,
I give myself to thee;
And, all unworthy as I am,
My God will welcome me.

Selma-St. Cuthbert-Cambridge Old.

1 I give myself to prayer,
Lord, give thyself to me,
And let the time of my request
Thy time of answer be.

2 My thoughts are like the reeds,
And tremble as they grow,

In the sad current of a life
That darkly runs and slow.

3 No song is in the air,

But one pervading fear;

S. M.

Death's shadow dims my light, and Death Himself is lurking near.

Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken
Will surely prevail.

3 His love in time past
Forbids me to think

He'll leave me at last
In trouble to sink;
Each sweet Eben-ezer
I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure
To help me quite through.

4 Determined to save,

He watched o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind slave,
I sported with death;
And can he have taught me
To trust in his name,
And thus far have brought me
To put me to shame?

5 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?
He told me no less:
The heirs of salvation,

I know from his word,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.