3 Through all succeeding ages he The same hath been, the same shall be; Immortal radiance gilds his head,

While stars and suns wax old and fade. 4 The same his power his flock to guard; The same his bounty to reward;

The same his faithfulness and love, To saints on earth, and saints above. 5 Let nature change, and sink, and die, Jesus shall raise his chosen high, And fix them near his stable throne, In glory changeless as his own.

116.

L.M.-Christ the Way to Heaven.

1 JESUS, my all to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went.
The road that leads from banishment;
The king's highway of holiness
I'll go; for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief and burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither soul, I am the Way."

5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am!

My sinful self to thee I give!
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood,

And say,

"Behold the way to God."

117.

C.M.-Christ the Way, the Truth, and the Life. John xiv. 6. 1 THOU art the Way to thee alone

From sin and death we flee;

And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.

2 Thou art the Truth-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life - the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;

And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life-
Grant us to know that way,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which leads to endless day.

118.

C.M.-Christ the Door. John x. 9. Hosea ii. 15.

1 AWAKE our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail;

Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.

2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;

Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

4 O, may thy grace the nations lead, And Jews and Gentiles come,

All travelling through one beauteous gate, To one eternal home.

119.

P.M.-Christ the Light of men.

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come! and, by thy love's revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
The new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise!
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring eyesight on our eyes.
2 Still we wait for thine appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart;
Come and manifest the favour

God hath for our ransom'd race;
Come, thou universal Saviour!
Come! and bring the gospel grace!
3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins!
By thine all-restoring merit,
Every burthen'd soul release,
Every weary, wandering spirit,
Guide into thy perfect peace!
120.

P.M.-Christ our Refuge.

1 JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:

Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee,
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity!

121.

C.M.-Christ the living Vine. John xv. 4.

1 LORD of the vineyard, we adore
That power and grace divine,
Which plants our wild, our barren souls,
In Christ the living Vine.

2 For ever may they there abide,
And from that vital root,

Be influence spread through every branch, To form and feed the fruit.

3 Shine forth, my God, the clusters warm With rays of sacred love,

Till Eden's soil, and Zion's streams,
The generous plant improve.

122.

P.M.-Christ a true Friend.

1 ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
His is love beyond a brother's;
Costly, free, and knows no end;
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

2 Which, of all our friends, to save us,
Would consent to shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God;
This was boundless love indeed,
Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of Sinners was his name,
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;
Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
4 O for grace our hearts to soften!

1

Teach us, Lord, at length to love, We, alas! forget too often

What a friend we have above; But when home our souls are brought, We shall love thee as we ought.

123.

S.M.-Christ an all-sufficient Friend.

THOU very present aid,

In suffering and distress;

The soul which still on thee is stay'd,

Is kept in perfect peace:

The soul by faith reclin'd
On the Redeemer's breast,

'Midst raging storms exults to find

An everlasting rest.