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

2. For soon the shades of grief shall cloud the sunshine of thy days,

And cares and toils in endless round

encompass all thy ways.

Soon shall thy heart the woes of age
in mournful sighs deplore,

And sadly muse on former joys
that now return no more!

CXLVI.

WE WALK BY FAITH.

(Newton.)

1. BY faith in Christ I walk with God,
With heaven, my journey's end, in view;
Supported by his staff and rod,
My road is safe and pleasant too.

2. I travel through a desert wide,
Where many round me blindly stray :
But He vouchsafes to be my guide
And will not let me miss my way.
3. The wilderness affords no food
But God for my support prepares;
Provides me every needful good,
And frees my soul from wants and cares

4. With Him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I dare be free ;

I tell him all my grief and pain And he reveals his love to me. 5. Then let earth's children fondly talk Of pleasures that must quickly end: Be this my choice, O Lord! to walk With Thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.

CXLVII.

A NEW YEAR'S DAY HYMN.

By F. Ashe.

1. THE rolling year has sped away, How quick expired each fleeting day! Scarce can one fleeting day declare That time's improvement was my care. 2. Another year impatient flies ;Awake my soul, be timely wise! Let not the viewless moments die In which such endless treasures lie. 3. Waste not away one precious hour; Thou dost not know how short thy power:

How soon our span of life is o'er,

Or ev'n when time shall be no more.

CXLVIII.

SECOND PART.

4. REFLECT how best thou canst improve The gift of God's eternal love :

The time He gives to Him is due And still presents some duty new. 5. No useless learning to acquire,

Nor outward charms, nor vain attire ;
But to improve the immortal mind,
And fit it for the sphere designed.
6. To read, and meditate, and pray,
And, through the labors of the day,
To think on God's all seeing view;
His glory thus in all pursue.

7. The deeply contrite heart be thine,
The soul renew'd by power divine :
And grateful love incite thee still
To do thy Heavenly Father's will;

8. Lo, while I write, the moments fly, Death is impending-Judgment nigh! Haste then to win the purchased prize

Awake my soul, be timely wise.'

CXLIX.

THE HIDING PLACE.

(Brewer.)

1. AGAINST the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high; Despised the mention of his grace, Secure, yet had no hiding-place.

2. Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night And loving darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race,

Too proud to seek a hiding-place.

3. But thus th' eternal counsel ran, "Almighty Grace, arrest that man:" I felt the terrors of distress,

And found I had no hiding-place.

4. Indignant justice stood in view!
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;
But Justice cried, with frowning face,
"This mountain is no hiding-place."

5. Ere long a gracious voice I heard,
And Mercy's heavenly form appear'd;
She led me on, with smiling face,
To Jesus Christ-my hiding-place!

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