O give me strength, Lord, as my dạy,
For good remember me.

3 Distrest with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief,
Hear! and remember me.

4 If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproaches be;

All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If thou remember me!

The Christian Warfare completed, and the Crown of Glory secured.-CAmeron.

99.

PART II.

Penrith 357. Roxton 472.

1 MY race is run; my warfare's o'er;

The solemn hour is nigh,

When, offer'd up to God, my soul
Shall wing its flight on high.

2 With heavenly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
Depending on his word.

Henceforth there is laid up for me

A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
Shall place it on my head.

4 Nor hath the Sov'reign Lord decreed
This prize for me alone;

But for all such as love like me
Th' appearance of his Son.

5 From ev'ry snare and evil work
His grace shall me defend,

And to his heavenly kingdom safe
Shall bring me in the end.

Jesus

my

All.-ANONYMOUS.

PART I.

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Auburn 148.. British 153. Grove House 143.

JESU

ESUS is all my soul can crave,
A fountain rich and free:

My health, my strength, my life in death,
In war he's victory.

2 He is my light and liberty,

My refuge and my fort;

He's my salvation and my shield,
When Satan throws his dart.

3 My righteousness, my advocate,
Is Christ the Son of God;
What endless blessings to us flow,
From his most precious blood!

Christ's Kingdom to be universally established.

100.

LOGAN.

PART II.

Arundel 147. Carr's Lane 157.

1 BEE

EHOLD! the mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise

On mountain-tops above the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.

2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the hill of God, they'll say,
And to his house we'll go.

3 The beam that shines from Sion hill
Shall lighten ev'ry land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.

4 Among the nations he shall judge;
His judgments truth shall guide;

His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sinner's pride.

5 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
Disturb those peaceful years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
6 No longer hosts encount'ring hosts
Shall crowds of slain deplore:
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
And study war no more.

7 Come then, O house of Jacob! come
To worship at his shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine.

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Funeral of a Youth.-MRS. STEele.

PART I.

Shields 183. Serenity 249. Charmouth 28.
HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest

With awful power,-" I too must die!"
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour:

To-morrow death

may come.

4 Oh, let us fly-to Jesus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

5 Great God, thy sov'reign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.

Death a Deliverance from the Vanities and Ills of Life.-BLAIR.

101.

PART II.

Chadwell 406. Highbury College 460.

1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave! Where, life's vain tumults past,

Th' appointed house, by Heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last.

2 The wicked there from troubling cease, Their passions rage no more;

And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.

3 There rest the pris'ners, now released
From slavery's sad abode:

No more they hear the oppressor's voice,
Or dread the tyrant's rod.

4 There servants, masters, small and great, Partake the same repose;

And there, in peace, the ashes mix
Of those who once were foes.

5 All, levell'd by the hand of Death,
Lie sleeping in the tomb;

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Till God in judgment calls them forth,
To meet their final doom.

Death and the Grave.-DR. HAWEIS.

PART I.

SHRUBSOLE. Calvary 163. Tunbridge 103.
EE from his dark and dismal cave,
The king of terrors ride!

SEE

O'er heaps of vanquish'd slain, the grave
Wide yawns on every side.

2 The sons of men, in dire dismay,
Behold destruction nigh;
Vain is resistance, vain delay;
None from the grave can fly.

3 Who, to the desperate, lost, undone,
Can hope or succour bring?
Glory to God for his dear Son!
O'death where is thy sting?

4 Thy mischiefs, tyrant, cease to boast,
Nor vaunt it o'er the slain;

Know, maugre thee and all hell's host,
I fall, to rise again.

Glorious Prospects of the Righteous.-
DR. MORRISON.

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PART II.

Bovey Tracy 150. Smithfield 184.

ATTEND,

TTEND, ye tribes that dwell remote,
Ye tribes at hand, give ear;

Th' upright in heart alone have hope,
The false in heart have fear.

The man who walks with God in truth,
And ev'ry guile disdains;

Who hates to lift oppression's rod,
And scorns its shameful gains;

3 Whose soul abhors the impious bribe

4

That tempts from truth to stray,
And from th' enticing snares of vice
Who turns his eyes away:

His dwelling 'midst the strength of rocks,
Shall ever stand secure;