4.

Through faith I see the land-
The port of endless rest:
My soul, each sail expand,

And haste to Jesu's breast!
O may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!

CII.

ON PATIENT FAITH.

(Beddome.)

Music, as 62nd Psalm; Mel. Sac.

1. WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will; Tumultuous passions all be still!

Nor let a murmuring thought arise:-
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2. He in the thickest darkness dwells;
Performs his works, the cause conceals:
But, though his counsels are unknown,
Justice and truth support his throne.

3. Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before His awful seat;
And, 'midst the terrors of thy God,
Bend and caress His chastening rod.

CIII.

THEE WE ADORE:
(By Dr. Watts.)

Music, Walsal, as 10th Psalm, Mel. Sac:
1. THEE we adore, Eternal Name,
And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is this mortal frame,
What fleeting dust are we !

2. Our wasting lives grow shorter still
As days and months increase;
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

3. The year rolls round and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.

4. Great God, on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things:

Th' eternal state of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

5. Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attends on every breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

Waken,

6. Waken, O Lord, our sleeping sense,

To walk this dangerous road;

And, should our souls be hurried hence,
May they be found in God!

CIV.

OLD HUNDRED AND FOURTH
PSALM.

As sung at the Anniversary Meetings of the
Parochial School Children in London, at the
Cathedral Church of St. Paul.

(Music by Handel, See 149th Psalm, Mel. Sac.)

1. MY Soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name:

O Lord our great God, how dost thou appear!

So passing in glory, that great is thy fame; Honour and majesty in thee shine most clear.

2. With lightas a robe Thou hast thyself clad, Whereby all the earth thy greatness may

see:

The heavens in such sort thou also hast

spread,

That they to a curtain compared may be.

3. His chamber-beams lie in the clouds full

sure,

Which as his chariots are made Him to bear:

And there with much swiftness his course doth endure,

Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.

4. He maketh his Spirits as heralds to go, And lightnings to serve we see also prest:

His will to accomplish they run to and fro,
To save or consume things as seemeth

him best.

CV.

OLD EIGHTEENTH PSALM:

Verses 9 and 10.

Music, as 1st Psalm, Mel. Sac.

1. THE Lord descended from above
And bow'd the heavens high;

And underneath his feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.

2. On Cherubim and Seraphim
Full royally He rode;

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

CVI.

WE'VE NO ABIDING CITY.
Heb. xiii, 14. and xi. 10, 16.

(Words and Music by Rev. Thomas Kelly.) 1. "WE'VE no abiding city here:"

Sad truth were this to be our home! But let the thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come."

2. "We've no abiding city here :"

Then we should live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear,

But let us haste from all below.

3. "We've no abiding city here,"
But seek a city out of sight:
Zion 'tis called,-we'll soon be there;
It shines with everlasting light.

4. Hail, sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.

5. But hush my soul, nor dare repine! The time thy God appoints is best: While here, to do his will be thine;

And His to fix thy time of rest.