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2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, “Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot


3 Here see the Bread of life, see waters flow

ing Forth from the throne of God, pure from

above; Come to the feast of love, come, ever know

ing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

T. Moore. Alt. V. 3, T. Hastings.


S. M.
How gentle God's commands,

How kind his precepts are !
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care.

2 While Providence supports,

Let saints securely dwell ;
That hand, which bears all nature up,

Shall guide His children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind ?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,

And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved,

Down to the present day ;
I'll drop my burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.

P. Doddridge.


L. M. Fight the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right; Lay hold on life, and it shall be

Thy joy and crown eternally. 2 Run the straight race through God's good

grace, Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face ; Life with its way before us lies,

Christ is the path, and Christ the prize. 3 Cast care aside, lean on thy Guide ;

His boundless mercy will provide ;
Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove

Christ is its life, and Christ its love.
4 Faint not nor fear, His arms are near;

He changeth not, and thou art dear ;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

J. S. B. Monsell.


WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,

Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
3 When the solemn death-bell tolls

For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,

Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier ;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !

5 When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear !
6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

H. H. Milman.

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S. M.
My soul, be on thy guard ;

Ten thousand foes arise ;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard

To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray!

The battle ne'er give o'er ;
Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won,

Nor lay thine armor down :
Thy arduous work will not be done

Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God :
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to His blest abode.

G. Heath.


S. M.
Oh, what, if we are Christ's,

Is earthly shame or loss ?
Bright shall the crown of glory be

When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,

Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,

Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now,

Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,

They rest in perfect love.
4 Lord, may that grace be ours,

Like them in faith to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain,

May be our portion here: 5 Enough if Thou at last

The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath Thy feet,
Where saints and angels live,

H. W. Baker.


S. M. Give to the winds thy fears ;

Hope, and be not dismayed ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;

God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves and clouds and storms

He gently clears thy way ;
Wait thou His time, so shall this niglit

Soon end in joyous day.

3 Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,

And every care be gone.
4 What though thou rulest not?

Yet Heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne

And ruleth all things well. 5 Let us, in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

Tr. J. Wesley.

P. Gerhardt.


S. M.
SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armor on;
Strong in the strength which God sup-

Thro' His eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts,

And in His mighty power ;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts

Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in His great might,

With all His strength endued ;
And take, to arm you for the fight,

The panoply of God :
4 That having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,

And stand complete at last.

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