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The infinite God, our Father. HOLY and infinite! viewless! eternal!

Vailed in the glory that none can sustain, None comprehendeth thy being supernal, Nor can the heaven of heavens contain.

2 Holy and infinite! limitless, boundless, All thy perfections, and powers, and praise! Ocean of mystery! awful and soundless All thine unsearchable judgments and ways!

3 King of eternity! what revelation

Could the created and finite sustain, But for thy marvelous manifestation,

Godhead incarnate in weakness and pain!

4 Therefore archangels and angels adore thee,

Cherubim wonder, and seraphs admire; Therefore we praise thee, rejoicing before thee,

Joining in rapture the heavenly choir.

5 Glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, Who shall not fear thee, and who shall not laud?

Anthems of glory thy universe raises,
Holy and infinite! Father and God!

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Frances R. Havergal.

"All things are ours."

ALL things are ours; how abundant the treasure,

All riches which heaven or earth can afford!

Oh, may our thanks, like his grace, without measure,

Abound to the glory and praise of our Lord!

2 All things are ours; be it sickness or healing,

"Tis ordered alike for our infinite good; Determined by grace, and for ever revealing This truth, that we love and are loved of our God.

3 All things are ours; though the body may perish,

We faint not to feel it fast wasting away; The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish,

And strengthen in holiness day after day. 4 All things are ours; yea, the present affliction,

Though now through the gloom of mortality viewed;

For soon shall we join in the blissful conviction,

That thus it was good to be tried and subdued.

5 All things are ours; thro' the Saviour's great merit,

The shame of his cross, which must needs be our own,

Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit, And sparkles like gems in our heavenly

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Hereafter.

ALONG my earthly way,

How many clouds are spread!

Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray,

Seems gathering o'er my head.

2 Yet, Father, thou art Love;

Oh, hide not from my view!

But when I look, in prayer, above,
Appear in mercy through.

3 My pathway is not hid;

Thou knowest all my need;

And I would do as Israel did,-
Follow where thou wilt lead.

4 Lead me, and then my feet
Shall never, never stray;
But safely I shall reach the seat
Of happiness and day.

5 And, oh, from that bright throne
I shall look back, and see,—
The path I went, and that alone,
Was the right path for me.

James Edmeston.

SELVIN. S. M.

Arr. by L. MASON.

865 "We walk by faith."

IF, through unruffled seas,

Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, We'll own the favoring gale.

2 But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4 Teach us, in every state,

To make thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

866 Kindness even in affliction. HOW TENDER is thy hand,

A. M. Toplady.

O thou belovéd Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.

2 How gentle was the rod

That chastened us for sin!

How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been!

3 A Father's hand we felt,

A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.

My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide;

And when his strokes are felt,

His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.

3 The pity of the Lord

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel:
He knows our feeble frame.
4 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field.
It withers in an hour.

5 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts.

WHEN our heads are bowed with woe;-
When our bitter tears o'erflow;-
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

Thou our feeble flesh hast worn;
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne;
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

2 When the heart is sad within,
With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, son of Mary, hear!

Thou the shame, the grief hast known;
Though the sins were not thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear:
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

3 When our eyes grow dim in death;
When we heave the parting breath;
When our solemn doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

Thou hast bowed the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier:
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

Henry H. Milman.

WHEN along life's thorny road,
Faints the soul beneath the load,
By its cares and sins oppressed,
Finds on earth no peace or rest;
When the wily tempter's near;
Filling us with doubt and fear:
Jesus, to thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will look to thee.

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne
List'nest to thy people's moan;
Thou, the living Head, dost share
Every pang thy members bear;
Full of tenderness thou art,
Thou wilt heal the broken heart;
Full of power, thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.

3 Mighty to redeem and save,
Thou hast overcome the grave;
Thou the bars of death hast riven,
Opened wide the gates of heaven;
Soon in glory thou shalt come,
Taking thy poor pilgrims home;
Jesus, then we all shall be,
Ever-ever-Lord, with thee.

James G. Deck.

In the dark and cloudy day,
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me!

2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon,—
Desolate, bereft, alone,

Saviour, comfort me!

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried,
In the darkness crucified,
Bid me in thy love confide;

Saviour, comfort me!

4 Comfort me; I am cast down:
"Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
I deserve it all, I own:
Saviour, comfort me!

5 So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,

If thou wilt but tenderly,
Saviour, comfort me!

George Rawson.

CAST thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon his word;

Thou wilt soon have cause to bless
His unchanging faithfulness.

2 He sustains thee by his hand, He enables thee to stand;

Those, whom Jesus once hath loved, From his grace are never moved.