2 The tempest may howl and the loud thunders roll,
And gathering storms may arise;

Yet calm are my feelings, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.

3 The cause of my Master compell'd me to roam,
I bade my companion farewell;

I left my sweet children who for me now mourn,
In far distant regions to dwell,

4 I wandered an exile and stranger below,

To publish salvation abroad;

The trump of the gospel endeavored to blow,
Inviting poor sinners to God.

5 Go tell my companion and children most dear,
To weep not for Joseph though gone;

The same hand that led me through scenes dark and drear, Has kindly assisted me home.

6 I called at the house of the mourner below:

I entered the mansion of grief,

The tears of deep sorrow most freely did flow,
I tried but could give no relief.

7 There sat the lone widow dejected and sad,
By affliction and sorrow oppress'd,

And there were her children in mourning array'd,
And sighs were escaping their breast.

8 As I spoke to this mourner concerning her grief,
I asked her the cause of her woe,

Or why there was nothing could give her relief,
Or soothe her deep sorrow below?

9 She looked on her children, then looked upon me-
That look I shall never forget,

More eloquent far than the seraph's can be;
It speaks of the trials she met.

10 The hand of affliction falls heavily now,
I am left with my children to mourn,
The friend of my youth is silent and low,
In yonder cold grave-yard alone.

11 But why should I mourn or feel to complain;
Or think that my portion is hard?
If met with affliction 'tis surely his gain;
He has entered the joys of his Lord.

1. Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice;

Devotion.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, 1 May I, throughout this day of thine,
And pine away and die-
Here you may quench your raging
With springs that never dry.

[thirst

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

Be in thy Spirit, Lord,
Spirit of humble fear divine,
That trembles at thy word.

2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,
And fix on things above;

Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.

Opening of Worship.
1 Jesus let not thy grace delay
To meet us with thy love;
Drive interposing clouds away,
And make our guilt remove.

2 Come in with power, to ev'ry soul,
O thou, immortal Dove;
Make every wounded spirit whole,
With thy redeeming love.

3 We long to meet our God to-day,
And taste his grace divine;
That every soul with joy may say,
My Lord, my God we're thine.
4 What do we here without thy grace
O, blessed Lamb of God!
Twill be a dark and tiresome place,
Unless we feel thy word.

The Joy of Conversion.
1 When God reveal'd his gracious

name,

And chang'd my mournful state,

Baptism.

1 Buried beneath the yielding wave,
The dear Redeemer lies;

Faith views him in the watery grave,
And thence beholds him rise.
2 Thus it becomes his saints to-day
Their ardent zeal t' express;
And in the Lord's appointed way,
3 With joy we in his footsteps tread,
Fulfil all righteousness.
Like him be numbered with the dead,
And would his cause maintain,
His presence oft revives our hearts,
And with him rise and reign.
When he commands, and strength
And drives our fears away: [imparts,
We cheerfully obey.

4

Remembrance of Christ,

1 If human kindness meets return, And owns the grateful tie;

My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, If tender thoughts within us burn, The grace appear'd so great.

To feel a friend is nigh,

2 The world beheld the glorious 2 Oh! shall not warmer accents tell And did thy hand confess; [change, The gratitude we owe

My tongue broke out in unknown To him who died, our fears to quell, And sung surprising grace. [strains, And save from death and wo!

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4 The Lord can clear the darkest s While yet in anguish he surveyed Can give us day for night; [skies, Those pangs he would not flee Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. What love his latest words displayed, "Meet and remember me 4 Remember thee!-thy death thy [shame, Our sinful hearts to share! O memory! leave no other name But his recorded there!

4 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are
And shout the blessings home. [great,
6 Tho' seed lie buried long in dust,
It shan't deceive our hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.

Prince of Peace.

1 Let saints on earth their anthems Who taste the Saviour's grace;[raise, Let saints in heav'n proclaim his praise,

Consecration.

1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown?My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne [house, 2 Among the saints, that fill thy My offering shall be paid; [Vows There shall my zeal perform the And crown him "Prince of peace." My soul in anguish made. 2 Praise him, who laid his glory by 3 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, For man's apostate race: [die, And thy rich grace record; Praise him who stooped to bleed and Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,, And crown him "Prince of peace." (If I forsake the Lord.

passed thro' its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is

thy guide thro' the gloom,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro'the

gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy, are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansions forsaking,
Perhaps thy tried spirit, in doubt lingered long;

But the sun-shine of heaven, beamed bright on thy waking, And the song which thou heard'st, was the Seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave,-but 'twere wrong to deplore thee When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide;

He gave thee, he took thee-and soon he'll restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.

Voice of free grace.

1 The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain""
For Adam's lost race Christ has opened a fountain;
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,
His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has brought us our pardon-
We'll praise Him again, when we pass over Jordan.
2 That fountain so clear, in which all may find pardon,
From Jesus flows freely, a plenteous redemption;
Though your sins are increased, as high as a mountain,
His blood flows most freely, O come to the fountain!
3 O Jesus! my Saviour, thy Kingdom is glorious!
O'er sin, death and hell, now ride on now victorious;
Thy name shall be praised in the great Congregation,
And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation-

To the Lamb who has brought us our peace and our pardon,
We'll praise Him again, when we pass over Jordan.

4 When in Zion we stand, having gained that blest shore,
With harps in our hand, we'll praise ever-more:

We'll range the bright plains, on the banks of the river,
And sing of Salvation, for ever and ever.

Come ye disconsolate.

1 Come ye disconsolate, where'er you languish Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel!

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure;
Here speaks the comforter, in mercy saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, living and pure;
Come to this feast of love; come ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.