4. Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance! from Thy frown; Eternal Justice! from Thine eye?

5. Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears,
My faith discerns a dawn of
grace:
The sun of righteousness appears
In Jesu's reconciling face!

6. My suffering, slain, and risen Lord,
In sore distress I turn to Thee:
I claim acceptance on Thy word;
My God, my God, forsake not me!
7. Prostrate before Thy mercy-seat,
I dare not, if I would, despair :
None ever perish'd at Thy feet,
And I will lie for ever there.

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CCCXIX.

I AM THAT I AM.

(C. Smart.) Exodus iii. 14.

"TELL them I AM," Jehovah said
To Moses, while earth shook with dread:-

And, struck as to the heart,

At

At once, above, beneath, around,
All nature without voice or sound,
Replied " O Lord! " THOU ART.”

CCCXX.

EVENING,

MORNING, AND NOON,

"Will I pray, and He shall hear my voice". Ps. lv. 17. (By Montgomery.) Air, as 29th Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. SAVIOUR! when nightinvolves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to Thee; Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2. On Thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn; Thee, victor of the grave and hell; Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3. When noon her throne in light arrays, To Thee my soul triumphant springs; Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, Thee Lord of lords, and King of kings! 4. O'er earth when shades of evening steal, To death and Thee my thoughts I give: To death, whose power I soon must feel; To THEE with whom I trust to live.

CCCXXI.

DEATH OF AN AGED
CHRISTIAN

Abridged, from Montgomery.

1. SERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ:
'The battle fought, the victory won,
• Enter thy Master's joy.—'
The voice at midnight came ;-
He started up to hear:

A mortal arrow pierced his frame;
He fell, but felt no fear.

2. Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field,

A warrior, slumbering on his arms
Beneath his burnish'd shield.

Bent still on noble toils,

The world to him was loss;

Yet all his trophies, all his spoils
He hung upon the cross.

3. At midnight came the cry,

"To meet thy God prepare!"

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,

His spirit, with a bound,

Left its encumbering clay:

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,
A darken'd ruin lay.

4. The pains of death are past!

Labour and sorrow cease:

And, life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.

-Soldier of Christ, well done!

Praise be thy new employ ;

And, while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy!

CCCXXII.

LOVEST THOU ME?

(Doddridge.) John xxi. 15. Air, as 35th Ps. M. S. 1. Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold heart and see;

my

And send each cursed Idol forth

That dares to rival Thee.

2. Do not I love Thee from my

soul?

Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy

When JESUS cannot move!

3. Is there a lamb in all Thy flock

I would disdain to feed?

Hast Thou a foe before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?

4. Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy name?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?

5. Thou knowest I love Thee, blessed Lord! But Oh, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to LOVE THEE MORE.

CCCXXIII.

THE EPIPHANY.

(By Heber, Bishop of Calcutta.)

1. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the

morning,

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine

aid:

Star of the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

2. Cold on His cradle the night-dews are

shining;

Low lies His bed with the beasts of the

stall: