I travel thro' a desert wide,
Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,
And will not let me miss my way.
The wilderness affords no food,

But God for my support prepares ;
Provides me every needful good,

And frees me from a world of cares.

HYMN 234. P. M.

A WRETCHED man of sorrow,
Whose eyes all day o'erflow,-
I tell my grief, and borrow
The night for farther woe!
Yet, tho' I suffer here,

If God my sins forgive,
From ev'ry guilty fear

I there, redeem'd, shall live.
In hope of that salvation
I feel a moment's rest;
The calm of resignation
Has stole into my breast.

I weep at rescue near,

I struggle to be gone,And joy is in that tear,

And God is in the groan.

HYMN 235. L. M.

PRAYER was appointed to convey
The blessings God designs to give;
Long as they live, should Christians pray,
For only while they pray, they live.

And wilt thou in dead silence lie,
When Christ stands waiting for thy prayer?
My soul, thou hast a friend on high;
Arise, and try thine interest there.
If pain afflict, or wrongs oppose,
If cares distract, or fears dismay;
If guilt deject, if sin distress,-
The remedy's before thee,-Pray.

HYMN 236. L. M.

THE day of wrath,-that dreadful day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
Whom shall he trust that dreadful day?
When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heav'ns together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

Oh, on that day, that awful day,
When all mankind shall wake from clay,

Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Tho' heav'n and earth shall pass away.

HYMN 237. L. M.

LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to win the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The deepest sinner may return.

Life is the hour, which God has giv'n,
To flee from death, and seek for heav'n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of this day.

Since no device or work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground,
My soul, in strength divine pursue

The prize thy Lord holds out to view.

HYMN 238. C. M.

HAPPY-where Christian graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.

Knowledge alone, 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

'Tis love that makes our willing feet
In firm obedience move;
The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

This is the grace, that fresh appears,
When faith and hope shall cease;
Love ever rules in heaven's bright spheres,
And binds the whole in peace.

HYMN 239. L. M.

O CHILD of grief, why weepest thou?
Why droops thy sad and mournful brow?
Why is thy look so like despair ?
What deep, sad sorrow lingers there?
Is it remorse that lays thee low?
Is it for sin thou mournest so?
Surely thou bear'st a heavy grief,
Yet, mourner, there is still relief.

There's One on high, can pardon give,
Who gave his life that thou may'st live:
Seek then for comfort from above,
Thy Friend is God, and " God is love."

HYMN 240. L. M.

SPAR'D, thro' grace, another year,
Good it is to praise the Lord;
Good to meet our Saviour here,
Good his mercies to record.
When our foes we greatly feared,
When we seem'd an easy prey,
Then it was the Lord appeared,
Then he drove our foes away.
Yet he seem'd to ask us why,
When the foe appear'd in view,
We should fear, and he so nigh,
We should doubt, and he so true?

HYMN 241. L. M.

RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest

From vain pursuits and vexing cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, Satan's snares. O to thy rest, my soul, return,

From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn; Lay hold upon eternal life.

God is thy rest,—with heart inclined
To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest,-with lowly mind
His light and easy yoke receive.

LET not the wise his wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flatt'ring riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.
The rush of num'rous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,

When, dust, he turns to dust again! One only gift can justify

The joyful soul, that knows his God; When Jesus doth his blood apply, I glory in his sprinkled blood.

HYMN 243. P. M.

LORD, my grief is lost in gladness,
Thou hast made my heart rejoice;
I, who oft have mourned in sadness,
Now can raise my thankful voice;
Sweet it is the saints to join ;
Sweet to call the Saviour mine.
Oh, how short is thy displeasure!
As a moment it appears;
But thy love is without measure,
Still the same thro' endless years:
Weeping may the night employ,
But the morning shines with joy.
Hence for ever shall my glory

Sing thine everlasting praise :
Help me, Saviour, to adore thee,

Love thee, serve thee, all my days. Thine I am; O Lord, come down ; Cleanse, and make my heart thine own.