SALVATION! O the joyful sound,
What pleasure to our ears!
A sov'reign balm for every wound;
A cordial for our fears.
Salvation! let the tidings fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To thee the praise belongs!
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

HYMN 18, C. M.

I LOVE to steal awhile away
From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
And spend an hour, as glides my day,
In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,

And all his promises to plead,

When none but God can hear.

I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my sighs and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

Bright hopes in Christ my strength renew,
When here by tempests driv'n,

I love by faith to take a view

Of calmer scenes in heav'n.

HYMN 19. c. M.

My soul, with such a prize in view,
Why wilt thou sleep and dream?
Few have a greater work to do,
Then why so careless seem?
Many there are for worldly gain

Will labour, watch, and strive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t'attain,
How negligent we live!

We, for whom God the Son came down,
And laboured for our good,

How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!

Lord, thou art strong, tho' we are weak,
Now to thy servants come!
And make us steadfastly to seek
Our bright celestial home.

HYMN 20. L. M.

BLESS, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts, that rove abroad:
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

Not half so high his power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,-
As his rich love exceeds our praise;
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise !
Not half so high hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,-
As his forgiving grace removes
The many sins of those he loves!

Then, O my soul, with joyful tongue
Proclaim his mercies in thy song;
Let not the wonders he hath wrought,
Be lost in silence, and forgot.

HYMN 21. C. M.

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld
Or wilt withhold from me.

Do not I love thee, blessed Lord?
Behold my heart, and see,
And cast each sinful idol down,
That dares to rival thee.

Do I not love thee with my soul?

Then let me nothing love! Dead be my heart to every joy,

If Jesus cannot move.

Thou know'st I love thee, blessed Lord,

But oh, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

COME, O thou Prophet of the Lord,
Thou great Interpreter divine,
Explain thine own transmitted word;
To teach, and to inspire is thine :
Thou only canst thyself reveal,
Open the book, and loose the seal.
Now from the mind the veil remove,
The folly of our darken'd heart,
Unfold the wonders of thy love,

The knowledge of thyself impart :
Our ear, our inmost soul we bow;
Speak, Lord; thy servants hearken now.

HYMN 24. C. M.

A SOLDIER'S Course, from battles won
To fresh-beginning strife,-
A pilgrim's, restless as the sun,-
Behold the Christian's life!

The hosts of Satan pant for spoil-
How can our warfare close?
Lonely we tread a foreign soil,—
How can we hope repose?

Oh, let us seek our better home,
Revealed in sacred lore,

The land, whence pilgrims never roam,
And where are wars no more:

Where they who meet shall never part,
Where grace achieves its plan ;
And Christ, uniting every heart,
Dwells face to face with man.

SAVIOUR, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure,

Set up thy kingdom in my heart,

And make me rich, since I am poor. Thou hast pronounc'd the mourners blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn ; I do not, for I cannot, rest,

Till thou, my only Rest, return. Ah, Lord, if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray ; Hear in my heart the Spirit's cry, Mark what my labouring soul would say. Shine on thy work,-disperse the gloom; Light in thy light I then shall see; Say to my soul, "Thy Light is come, "Glory divine is ris'n on thee."

HYMN 26. S. M.

IN wakeful hours of night

1 call my God to mind,

I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.
Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps ;

I follow where my Saviour leads
And he supports my steps.