461 (911). I. M. LORD, and shall our fainting souls 2 Great Source of light and peace, return, 462 (461). AFFLICTIONS. CM FFLICTION is a stormy deep, Though o'er my head the billows roll, 2 The hand that now withholds my joys And He who bade the tempest roar, 3 In the dark watches of the night, 4 When darkness and when sorrows rose The Lord has still sustain'd my steps, 5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, 463 (956). OD of my life, to Thee I call! When the great water-floods prevail, L.M. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! 3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, 4 Poor though I am- despised, forgot, 464 (683). WHEN languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, "T is sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. C. M 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend Sweet to look upward to the place 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine Sweet to remember that His blood 5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand, 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, Where saints and angels draw their bliss ANTICIPATION OF DEATH. 465 (721). TH C. M. HERE is a house not made with hands, And here my spirit waiting stands, 2 Shortly this prison of my clay 3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace, 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, 466. T is not death to die To leave this weary road, And 'mid the brotherhood on high, 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimm'd by tears, 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free S. M. From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 4 It is not death to fling And rise, on strong, exulting wing, 5 Jesus, thou Prince of life! Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, 467. 468 ́O, no, it is not dying, 2 No, no, it is not dying, 3 No, no, it is not dying, 7s & 6s. The Shepherd's voice to know; 4 No, no, it is not dying To wear a heavenly crown; Of Him whose sway we own. 5 Oh, no, this is not dying, Thou Saviour of mankind! ONE NE sweetly solemn thought S. M. |