His truth forever stands secure ; 3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, 42 Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. I Victory. [By CHARLES WESLEY.] THE good fight have fought, - The vict'ry by my Saviour got, 2 O may I triumph so, When all my warfare's past; 3 This blessed word be mine, Kept by the power of grace divine, S. M. 4 Th' apostles of my Lord, To whom it first was given, 43 The Wandering Sheep. S. M. [By Rev. Dr. BONAR, of Scotland.] WAS a wand'ring sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father's voice, 2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, Famish'd, and faint, and lone; 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 'Twas He that loved my soul; No more a wand'ring sheep, I love to be controll'd; I love my tender Shepherd's voice, 44 P. M. I would not live alway. [By WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG, D. D., founder and rector of St. Luke's Hospital, N. Y. This hymn first appeared in the Episcopal Recorder in 1824. A Committee was appointed by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church to prepare a new hymn-book; and this was offered by a member, and was at first rejected, Dr. Muhlenberg himself being a member of the Committee and voting against it. It was subsequently adopted, and has been ever since immensely popular.] I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's joys, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway; no - welcome the tomb! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom : There sweet be my rest till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 45 Rest for the Weary. IN there remains a land of rest, Where the Saviour's gone before me, P. M. There is rest for the weary, there is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, 2 He is fitting up my mansion, 3 Pain nor sickness e'er can enter; I a crown of life shall wear. There is rest, etc. 4 Death itself shall then be vanished, 46 Consecration. P. M. [By Rev. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, born in Scotland in 1793; died in 1847; JE and buried in Nice.] PART I. ESUS, I my cross have taken, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; God and heaven are all my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure PART II. 1 Man may trouble and distress me, |