4. To Thee, the Lord of life, I pray'd And did for succour flee:

'O save (in my distress I said)

'A soul that trusts in thee!'

5. How good Thou art, how large thy grace How easy to forgive!

The helpless thou delight'st to raise,
And by Thy love we live.

6. Then, thou my soul, be never more
With anxious thoughts distrest:
God's bounteous love doth thee restore
To ease, to joy, to rest!

CXXXIX.

THOU HIDDEN SOURCE.

Words from the same. Music, St. Basil.
1. THOU hidden Source of calm reposé,
Thou All-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am if Thou art mine;

And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame, I flee for help to Thy great name. 2. Jesus! my all in all thou art,

My rest in toil, my ease in pain,
The medicine of the broken heart,

In war my peace, in loss my gain:
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown,
In shame my glory and my crown.
3. In want my plentiful supply,

In weakness my almighty power,
In bonds my perfect liberty,

My light in Satan's darkest hour:
In grief my joy unspeakable;

My life in death, my heaven in hell!

CXL.

THE BILLOWS SWELL.

Music, as 93rd Psalm, Mel. Sac. (without Hallelujah.) Words from the same Collection.

1. THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky:

Out of the depths to Thee I call;

My fears are great, my strength is small. 2. Great Lord, the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves; say, "Peace, be still." 3. Amidst the roaring of the sea

My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care
Is all that saves me from despair.

4. Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore
And leave it to return no more.

5. Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck, My Saviour through the floods I seek: Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shatter'd bark again!

CXLI.

WHEN, GRACIOUS LORD. Music, St. Patrick's, 4th Numb. Mel. Sac. 1. WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be That I shall find my all in thee? The fulness of thy promise prove, The seal of thine eternal love?

A

poor blind child I wander here,
If haply I may feel Thee near;

O dark, dark, dark, (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of gospel-day!

2. Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and sin behind;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all on earth or all in heaven:
All earthly comforts I disdain,
They cannot rob me of my pain;

Or

Or make me senseless of my load
Or less disconsolate for God.
3. Rather let all the creatures take
Their miserable comforts back;
With every vain relief depart,

And leave me to my broken heart :

Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave ;
For God, aud not for you, I grieve:
My weakness, O ye strong, despise,

My foolish ignorance, ye wise.

4. Let all my father's children be

Still angry, still displeased with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown:
I would be poor, forlorn, alone,
A child, a fool, a thing of nought,
Abhorr'd, neglected and forgot;
Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest,
Till I from mortal man have ceased!

CXLII.

SECOND PART.

5. WHOM man forsakes Thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive:

Though all my simpleness I own,

And all my faults to Thee are known.

Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out;
An helpless soul, that comes to thee
With only sin and misery!

6. Lord! I am sick; my sickness cure:
In want; do thou enrich the

poor:
Lord, I am blind; be Thou my sight:
Lord, I am faint; be thou my might!
Under Thy sovereign hand I stoop;
Oh lift the abject sinner up:
An helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my All in thee!

CXLIII.

THE CHRISTIAN WANDERER.

From Tighe's Collection. Music, Evening Hymn,
Magdalen Collection.

1. A POOR way-faring man I go
In restless wanderings to and fro;
I to Jerusalem repair,

But oft I fear shall ne'er get there:
Fighting without and fears within
Tempt my desponding soul to sin;
So that I find it hard to stand
And urge my way to Canaan's land.

Yet