There is a tear for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast;
"Tis found above in heaven.

2. There is a soft, a downy bed
"Tis fair as breath of even,
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest their aching head,
And find repose in heaven.

3. There is a home for weeping souls
By sin and sorrow driven,

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and oceans roll,
And all is drear but heaven.

4. There faith lifts up a tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven,
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly dy,
And all serene in heaven..

5. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom,
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.

6. Where all the saints immortal sing,
And crowns of joy are given,
While all the harpers cheerful bring
Their noblest songs to Christ their King,
When swallow'd up in heaven.

HYMN 12. P. M.

Jesus, grant us all a blessing,
Send it down, Lord, from above;
May we all go home a praying,
And rejoicing in thy love;
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.

2. Jesus, pardon all our follies,
Since together we have been,
Make us humble, make us holy,
Cleanse us all from every sin.
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.

3. May thy blessing, Lord, go with us, To each one's respective home, And the presence of our Jesus

Rest upon us every one. Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, Till we all shall meet again.

HYMN 13. P. M.

Dark and thorny is the desert

[way,

Through which pilgrims make their

Yet beyond this vale of sorrow

Lie the fields of endless day;

Fiends loud howling through the desert,
Make them tremble as they go,
And the fiery darts of Satan

Often bring their courage low.
2. O young soldiers, are you weary
Of the roughness of the way?

Does your strength begin to fail you,
And your vigor to decay?
Jesus, Jesus will go with you,

He will lead you to his throne;
He who dyed his garments for you,
And the wine press trod alone.

3. He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll; He who rides upon the tempest,

And whose sceptre sways the whole; Ronnd him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command,

They are always hovering round you,
Till you reach the heavenly land.

4. There on flow'ry hills of pleasure,
Lie the fields of endless rest;
Love and joy and peace forever,
Reign and triumph in your breast.
Who can paint the scenes of glory
Where the ransomed dwell on high?
There on golden harps, forever

Sound redeemption through the sky.

5. There's a million flaming seraphs
Who fly across the heav'nly plain,
There they sing immortal praises,
Glory, glory is their strain.
But methinks a sweeter concert
Makes the heavenly arches ring,
And the song is heard in Zion,
Which the angels cannot sing.

6. O their crowns! how bright they sparkle,
Such as monarchs never wore,
They are gone to richer pastures,
Jesus is their shepherd there.
Hail! ye happy, happy spirits,
Death no more shall make you fear,
Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish,
Shall no more distress you there.

HYMN 14. L. M.

Sweet is the mem'ry of the dead, While sleeping on his dusty bed, His body sleeps in silence, where No glimm'ring sun can enter there. 2. O ye, who heard his voice below, And wonder'd why he labor'd so, Why he should preach till he was spent, . And then give up without consent. 3. Daughters of Zion, now draw near, And hear his dying speech with fear"Have I done all? have I got through, And finish'd what I had to do?

4. Another life could I live o'er, And range the world from shore to shore, I'd wear this mortal body down, To gain a never fading crown.' 5. I saw this faithful herald fall, I saw him burst the prison wall, And trac'd him when he took his flight, To dwell among the saints in light. 6. I saw him round the city wall;

I heard the mighty angel call,

"Come in," cried he, " the war is o'er," And then I saw his face no more.

HYMN 15. P. M.

Come and taste along with me
The weary pilgrim's consolation;
Boundless mercy running free,
The earnest of complete salvation.
Joy and peace in Christ I find,
My heart to him is all resign'd,
The fullness of his power I prove,
And all my soul's dissolved in love,
Jesus is the pilgrim's portion,
Love is boundless as the ocean.

2. When the world and flesh would rise, And strive to draw me from my Saviour, Strangers slight, or foes despise,

I then more highly prize his favor. Friends, believe me, when I tell, If Christ is present, all is well. The world and flesh in vain would rise, I all their efforts do despise ; In the world I've tribulation, But in Christ sweet consolation. 3: When I'm in the house of prayer, I find him in the congregation; Music sweet unto my ear

Is the sound of free salvation. My heart exults, my spirits flow, I love my God and brethren so