Cries,-Ye will not happy be; No, ye will not come to me, D. C. SINNERS, turn, while God is near; not think him insincere: 2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn: 3 What could your Redeemer do, Purer praise we hope to bring, 4 Then, with angel-harps again, 1003 The Watchman's report. WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Trav❜ler, o'er yon mountain's height See the glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Trav'ler, yes, it brings the dayPromised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Trav'ler, blessedness and light, 171-a. Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams, alone, Gild the spot that gave them birth? Trav'ler, ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wand'ring cease, Hie thee to thy quiet home. Trav'ler, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo the Son of God is come. 40 God's glorious perfections celebrated. 181-b. LORY be to God on high, 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 5 Jesus, in thy name we pray, 584 L 62-a. For constant devotedness. 2 O that to thee my constant mind And mark the risings of desire. The slightest touch of sin to feel. And long to see the perfect day. 817 Living to serve the cause of Christ. 71-a. MY gracious Lord, I own thy right 2 What is my being but for thee,- And serve the cause of such a Friend. Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigour is no more; And my last hour of life confess 821 32-b. The all-sufficient Portion. LOVE, thy sov'reign aid impart, And guard the gift thyself hast given: My portion, thou, my treasure art, My life, and happiness, and heaven. 2 Would ought on earth my wishes share? Though dear as life the idol be, The idol from my breast I'll tear, Resolved to seek my all in thee. 3 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, To thee, my Lord, I here restore; Gladly I all to thee resign; Give me thyself, I ask no more. 972 Souls perishing for lack of knowledge. To thee in their behalf we cry,- 2 See where o'er desert wastes they err, For no man cares their souls to save. 2 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; Thou God of grace, wilt thou despise A broken heart for sacrifice? 3 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns the dreadful sentence just: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save a soul condemn'd to die. 1066 A peaceful death expected, and SHRI prayed for. 53-a. HRINKING from the cold hand of death, I soon shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die,-my fathers' God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see: Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death remember me! 3 O that, without a ling'ring groan, I may the welcome word receive; My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live. 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade, And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm and undismay'd, I shall into thy hands resign. 5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 1059 Man frail-God eternal. GOD, our help in ages past, 2 Under the shadow of thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; 6 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 7 O God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guide while life shall last, And our perpetual home! 2 Believing on my Lord, I find 3 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good, Or strong, I here disclaim: I wash my garments in the blood 4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,On thee will I depend, Till summon'd to the marriage-feast, 553 SHE HEPHERD Divine, our wants relieve In this our evil day; To all thy tempted foll❜wers give The power to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last,— 3 Till thou thy perfect love impart ; 4 I will not let thee go, unless 5 Then let me on the mountain-top |