2 Ah! whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;

The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom;

But sure a friendly whisper says,
"Flee from the wrath to come!"

3 I see, or think I see,

A glimmering from afar,

A beam of day, that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun, *

It marks the Pilgrim's way;

I'll gaze upon

it while I run,

And watch the rising day

HYMN 130.

(c. M. ST. ANN'S.)

The love of Christ constraining to obedience.
1 No strength of Nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

2 How long beneath the law I lay,
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey;
But toil'd without success.

3 Then to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;

* Psa. cxxx. 6.

Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.

4 Then, all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do, was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?

What shall I render to the Lord?
Is my inquiry now.

6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,
And hear his pardoning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

HYMN 131.

(L. M. BATH AURICULA.)

The way of life narrow.

1 WHAT thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it, when 'tis known! None, but the faithful tribes of God, Will seek or choose it for their own. 2 A thousand ways in ruin end; One only leads to joys on high: O may my steps by that ascend, And soar with speed beyond the sky! 3 No more I ask, or hope to find, Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the mind,

That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.

4 The joy that fades is not for me;

I seek immortal joys above,

Where glory without end shall be The bright reward of faith and love. 5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, Contented with your native dust, But God shall fight with all his storms, Against the idol of your trust.

Will

HYMN 132.

(C. M. UNIVERSITY.)

ye also go away? John vi. 67-69.

1 WHEN any turn from Zion's way,' (Alas! what numbers do!) Methinks I hear my Saviour say, "Wilt thou forsake me too?"

2 Oh Lord! with such a heart as mine, Unless Thou hold me fast,

I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 Yet Thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom or whither could I go,
If I should turn from Thee?

4 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

No love but thine can make me blest,
And soothe my sorrowing heart.

5 What anguish does that question raise, "If I will also go ?"

Yet, Lord! relying on thy grace,
I humbly answer, No!

HYMN 133.

Jesus a compassionate High Priest. Heb. iv. 15. 1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain, Experienced every human pain; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To flee the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do,* Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well, He shall his pitying aid bestow, Who felt on earth severer woe, At once betray'd, denied, or fled, By all that shared his daily bread. 2 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismay'd, my spirit dies, Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend, And from his hand, his voice, his smile, Divides me for a little while,

Rom. vii. 19.

My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For "Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.
6 And oh ! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord! unchanging watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 134.

(L. M. MARTIN'S LANE.)

The soul thirsting for God. 1 I THIRST, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; My Saviour's suffering now forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 Yes, great Redeemer ! 'twas thy cross That wean'd my heart from earthly things, And taught me to esteem, as dross, The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings. 3 O for the grace that springs from Thee! That quickens all things where it flows; And makes a wither'd thorn, like me, Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose ! 4 For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of the Saviour's eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit, than I. HYMN 135.

(C. M. BATH CHAPEL.)

Old things passed away.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue ; It has no charm for me!