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But for ever and for ever

Its grateful notes shall raise,
Ascribing to my Saviour-God
All honour, thanks, and praise.

K. T.

Broken-hearted, weep no more!

Hear what comfort He hath spoken, Smoking flax who ne'er hath quench'd, Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken :"Ye who wander here below,

Heavy laden as you go,

Come, with grief, with sin opprest,
Come to me, and be at rest!"

Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock,
Brought again from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice—
"Tis a true and faithful saying:
"Greater love how can there be
Than to yield up life for thee?
Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh
Turn and live!-why will ye die?"

Broken-hearted, weep no more!
Far from consolation flying;
He who calls hath felt thy wound,
Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing:-
"Bring thy broken heart to me;
Welcome offering it shall be;
Streaming tears and bursting sighs
Mine accepted sacrifice."

Bishop DOANE.

"Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?" Heb. i. 14.

Up, Lord of Hosts! and to our succour send
Those armied saints to whom by thee 'twas given
Fierce Satan and his crew in fight to bend,

Before time was, when there was war in heaven.

Yea, Lord, arise, and bid thy foremost chief
Great Michael and unnumber'd warriors pour
With lightning speed to feeble man's relief,

Lest the proud roaring lion should devour.

For day and night the adversary goes

With dark intent to bar the mercy gate That leads to life, to glory, and repose,

And seeks to plunge us in his sad estate.

Lord, they are many who with us contend,
Our lusts and passions all are on his side;
Oh, therefore, gracious Lord, thy succour send,
Our ways to keep, our faltering steps to guide.

K. T.

O God, my God! in rivers of my tears

I come to thee, bow down thy blessed ears

To hear me, wretch! and let thine eyes, which sleep Did never close, behold a sinner weep!

Let not, O God, my God! my faults, though great And numberless, between thy mercy-seat

And my poor soul be thrown, since we are taught Thou, Lord, rememberest thine if thou beest sought. I come not, Lord, with any other merit

Than what I by my Saviour Christ inherit.

Be then His wounds my balm, His stripes my bliss, My crown His thorns, my death be lost in His;

And thou, my blest Redeemer, Saviour, God,
Quit my accounts, withhold thy vengeful rod,
O beg for me, my hopes on thee are set,
Thou Christ forgive, as well as pay the debt.
The living fount, the life, the way I know,
And but to thee, O whither should I go?
All other helps are vain, give thine to me,
For by thy cross my saving health must be,
O hearken then what I with faith implore,
Lest sin and death sink me for evermore!
O Lord my God, my ways direct and guide,
In death defend, that from thee I ne'er slide,
And at the Doom let me be raised then,

To live with thee, Lord Jesus Christ! Amen.

ANON.

"Follow me." Matt. ix. 9.

"Follow me," the Saviour said ;-
Straight the Publican arose.
Earthly Mammon down he laid,
And a greater treasure chose.

Still his bidding sounds the same, "Follow me," the Saviour cries Unto all that bear his name,

"Share your Master's sacrifice."

Lord, we come, but first we pray,
Let us bid the world adieu,
Then we'll follow on the way

That our Saviour's footsteps knew.

"Follow me without delay,"

Still the Saviour's accents sound;

"Follow me this very day,
To-morrow I may not be found.

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"Follow me through tears and pain, Heed in time my Gospel story,Then, when I appear again,

Ye shall follow unto glory."

K. T.

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