3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O Holy Dove! return
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

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So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

C. M.

Sufferings of Christ.

ALAS! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bath'd in its own blood,
While, all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood!

3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.

5 Thus I might hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:

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Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

H. M.

Made nigh by blood.

RISE my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears,

The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,

Received on Calvary,

They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me:
Forgive him, O, forgive they cry!

Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray:
His dear anointed one:
He cannot turn away,

The presence of his Son;
His spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconcil'd,

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His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh
And Father, Abba Father, cry.

P. M.

Mourning Souls.

PMaking

OOR mourning souls in deep distress
Making sad lamentation,

Find themselves lost in wickedness,
And under condemnation;

While thunderbolts from Sinai's mount,
Do sound with loudest terror,

And they as nought in God's account,
Are drowned in grief and sorrow.

2 But who is He that looketh forth,
Sweet as the blooming morning,
Fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
'Tis Jesus Christ adorning.
Jesus can clothe my naked soul;
Jesus for me hath died:

And now I can with pleasure sing,
My wants are all supplied.

17.

D

P. M.

ROOPING saints no longer grieve
Heaven is propitious;

If in Christ you do believe

You will find Him precious;
Jesus now is passing by

Calling mourners to him;
He has died for you and I,
Now look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet and side
Flows a healing fountain;
See the consolating tide,

Boundless as the ocean;
See the healing waters move
For the sick and dying,
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.

3 Streaming mercy how it flows
Now I know I feel it,

Half has never yet been told
Yet I want to tell it;
Jesus' blood has healed my wounds,
O the wond'rous story,

I was lost but now am found,
Glory! glory! glory!

4 Glory to my Savior's name,
Saints are bound to love him ;
Mourners you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to the Savior's blood,

Feel it, and declare it ;
Oh that I could sing so loud,
That all the world might hear it!
5 If no greater joys are known
In the upper region,
I will try to travel on,

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In this pure religion.

Heaven's here, and heaven's there,
Glory's here and yonder;
Brightest seraphs shout amen,
While all the angels wonder.

TIS

P. M.
Self-Examination.

IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,—

Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse;
Who have never heard his name.

3 Lord, decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art thy people's sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

4 Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I

pray;

If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.