eve-ry pain and sor-row free-I shall the King hide my Saviour from my eyes-I soon shall mount

Tune, tune your harps-your harps, ye saints in glory! All is well,-All is well:

I will rehearse-rehearse the pleasing story;

All is well,-All is well:

Bright angels are from glory come;

They're round my bed-they 're in my room-
They wait to waft my spirit home!

All is well,-All is well.

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SONNET. 8s & 4..

1. When for e-ternal worlds we steer, And seas are

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calm, and skies are clear, And faith in live-ly ex-er

cise, And dis-tant hills of Ca-naan rise,- The

loud her love-ly son-net sings, Vain world, a dieu !

2. With cheerful hope her eyes explore
Each landmark on the distant shore;
The trees of life, the pastures green,
The golden streets, the crystal stream;
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings-
Vain world, adieu!

3. The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her powers expand;
With steady helm, and free-bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the veil:
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings-
Glory to God!

praise; His God and his Bi- ble are all that he de- sirespraise; And then to his labour he cheerfully re-pairs,

In sickness, pain, and sorrow, he never will repine, While he is drawing nourishment from Christ the living

vine;

When trouble presses heavily he leans on Jesus' breast, And in his precious promises he finds a quiet rest: The yoke of Christ is easy, and his burden always light; He lives-nor is he weary till Canaan heaves in sight.

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'Tis thus you have his history through life, from day to day:

Religion is no mystery;-with him 't is a beaten way:
And when upon his pillow he lies down to die,

In hope he rejoices, for he knows his God is nigh:
And when life's lamp is flickering, his soul, on wings of

love,

above.