4 From the miser's cursed treasure;
From the drunkard's jest obscene;
From the world, its pomp and pleasure,
Jesus, Master, make us clean.

Christ calling.---Matt. iv. 19.

1 How long the time since Christ began,
To call in vain on me!
Deaf to his warning voice, I ran
Through paths of vanity.

2 He call'd me, when my thoughtless prime Was early ripe to ill;

I pass'd from folly on to crime,

And yet He call'd me still.

3 He call'd me, in the time of dread,
When death was full in view;

I trembled on my feverish bed,
And rose to sin anew.

4 Yet could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.

5 O Thou, that every thought dost know,
And answerest every prayer!
Try me with sickness, want or wo,
But snatch me from despair.

6 My struggling will by grace controul, Renew my broken vow:

What blessed light breaks on my soul!
My God! I hear Thee now.

1 IN the sun, and moon, and stars,
Signs and wonders there shall be;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.

2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise;
Wilder storms the mountains sweep,
Louder thunder rock the skies.

3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud,
Pale amazement, restless fear;
And, amid the thunder cloud,
Shall the Judge of men appear!

4 But, though from his awful face
Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh.

HYMN V. L. M.

For the Redeemer's return to his Church.

1 O SAVIOUR! is thy promise fled? Nor longer may thy grace endure,

To heal the sick and raise the dead, And preach thy gospel to the poor? 2 Come, Jesus! come, return again, With brighter beams thy servant bless, Who long to hail thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness. 3 A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home. 4 Come, Jesus! come; and as of yore, Thy Prophet went to clear the way, A harbinger thy feet before,

A dawning to thy brighter day;

5 So, ere again we see thy face,
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ;
Sow in our souls the seed of grace,
Then come, and reap thy harvest there.

"Save, Lord! or we perish. "...Matt. viii. 25.

1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild. tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,

We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord! or we perish.'

2 O Jesus! once rock'd on the breast of the

billow,

Arous'd by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,

Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord! or we perish."

3 And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging,

Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish,

Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord! or we perish."

HYMN VII. S. M.

Discipline.

10 THROW away thy rod,

O throw away thy wrath!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle path!

2 Thou seest my heart's desire
Still unto Thee is bent;
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.

3 Not even a word or look
Do I approve or own,

But by the model of thy book,
Thy sacred book alone.

4 Although I fail, I weep;
Although I halt in pace,

1

Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the throne of

grace.

5 O then let wrath remove;

For love will do the deed:

Love will the conquest gain; with love
E'en stony hearts will bleed.

6 O throw away thy rod!

What though man frailties hath?
Thou art my Saviour and my God;
O throw away thy wrath!

1 LORD of mercy and of might, Of mankind the life and light, Maker, Teacher, infinite!

Jesus, hear and save!

2 Who, when sins primæval doom Gave creation to the tomb,

Didst not scorn a virgin's womb;

Jesus, hear and save!