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Life with trials hard may press me,
Thou canst give me sweetest rest.
O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee!
2 Know, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do and bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father's smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
3 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer;
Heaven's eternal days before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days:
Hope shall change to glad fruition-
Faith to sight, and prayer to raise.

Christ the Way.

[By Rev. JOHN CENNICK.]

L. M.

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 way that leads from banishment,

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The King's high way of holiness,
I'll go, for all His paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul; I am the way."

4 Lo! glad I come; and Thou, blest Lamb!
Wilt take me guilty as I am :
Nothing but sin I Thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.
5 Then will I tell to sinners round
How dear a Saviour I have found:
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."

JE

The Reign of Christ.

[By Dr. WATTS. Paraphrase of Psalm 72.]

L. M.

ESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For Him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown His head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to loose His chains;

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The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King,

Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

The New Jerusalem.

C. M.

[This hymn first became generally known by its appearance in a collection by James Montgomery, who declared that he was not the author, but that he considered it one of the finest in the language. There is a manuscript copy of about half the hymn now in the British Museum. It bears the initials "F. B. P." and the date" 1616," and the words, "to the tune Diana." It is almost universally popular in Scotland. It is probably a descendant of an old Latin hymn.]

JER

ERUSALEM! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy and peace, in thee?

2 O! when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
Where Sabbaths have no end?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

5 Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee:

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Then shall my labors have an end
When I thy joys shall see.

[By Rev. W. H. HUNTER, an American Methodist clergyman.]

J Bound for the land of bright spirits above:

[OYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move,

Angelic choristers sing as I come,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

2 Soon with my pilgrimage ended below,
Home to that land of delight will I go;
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam,
Joyfully, joyfully resting at home.

3 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear:
Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

4 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banish'd, His sceptre be gone;
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

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Joy to the World!"

[By Dr. WATTS.]

OY to the world! the Lord is come!

JLet earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;

C. M.

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:

He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
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The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love.

Comfort for Mourners.

L. M.

[By WILLIAM C. BRYANT. Rearranged and very slightly altered by the

Compilers.]

ET not the good man's trust depart,

LE

Though life its common gifts deny,
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurn'd of men, he goes to die.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.

3 There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night;
Grief may abide an evening guest,

Yet joy shall come with early light.
4 For God has mark'd each sorrowing day,
And number'd every secret tear;
And heaven's eternal bliss shall pay
For all His children suffer here.