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117 ISA. XLIII. 2.—“ When thou passest through

the waters, I will be with thee: and through the rivers, they shall not over

flow thee."
1 BE steady, be steady, O my soul!

For the sea is come, and the billows roll;
With the help of God, and none beside,

We shall safely pass the roaring tide. 2 Jesus-Jehovah, be our stay

Over the dark and troublous way;
Embark'd in Him, we shall feel no fear,

Though the storm, the trial of strength, be near. 3 Forget Him not! oh, my soul, remove

All thoughts that breathe not of Jesu's love;
His wondrous love, who freely gave

His innocent life thy life to save.
4 Oh, let the sweet rememberance be

Laid up in thine in most treasury;
There it shall brighten more and more
The most precious pearl in that secret shore.

118 Isa. L. 4." He wakeneth morning by

morning; He wakeneth mine ear to

hear." 1 The morning, the bright and the beautiful

morning Is up, and the sunshine is all on the wing, With its fresh flush of gladness the landscape

adorning, A gladness which nothing but morning can


The earth is awaking, the sky and the ocean,

The river and forest, the mountain and plain ; The city is stirring its living commotion, And the pulse of the world is reviving again!

2 And we, too, awake, for our heavenly Father, Who soothed us so gently to sleep on His

breast, And made the soft stillness of evening to gather

Around us, now calls us again from our rest. But, ere to our labours and duties returning,

We hasten to give Him the praise that is meet, And, in solemn devotion, the first hours of

Our freest and freshest, we lay at His feet.

3 Then, happy in heart, not a moment delaying, In the breeze of the dawning, so pleasant and

cool, No loitering, no lingering, no trilling, no playing,

But eager and active, we haste to the school. How sweet are its hours, that shine o'er us so

brightly! How pleasant its lessons, how short seems the

day! Its hours are but moments, they fly off so lightly,

When we are so busy, so cheerful, and gay.

4 Then away to the school in the sweet summer

morning, God's blessing upon us, his light on our road! And let all the lessons we daily are learning,

Be only to bring us more surely to God! O now, let us haste to our heavenly Father,

And, ere the fair skies of life's dawning be dim, Let us come with glad hearts, let us come all to

gether, And the morn of our youth let us hallow to


119 ISA. LII. 7.—How beautiful upon the moun.

tains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings."

1 FAIR are the feet which bring the news

Of gladness unto me:
What happy messengers are these

Which my blessd eyes do see?
2 These are the stars which God appoints

For guides unto my way;
To lead my feet to Bethlehem,

Where my dear Saviour lay.
3 These are my God's ambassadors,

By whom His mind I know;
God's angels in his lower heaven,

God's trumpeters below.
4 The trumpet sounds, the dead arise

Who fell by Adam's hand:
Again the trumpet sounds, and they
Set forth for Canaan's land,

5 Thy servants speak-but thou, Lord, dost

The hearing ear bestow;
They smite the rock-but'thou, my God,

Dost make the waters flow.
6 Lord, thou, by them, dost guide my steps,

That I may never stray;
The cloud and pillar march before,

To show me Canaan's way.

7 I bless my God, who is my Guide ;

I sing in Zion's ways ;-
When shall I sing on Zion's hill

Thine everlasting praise ?

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120 18. LII. 14.—“ His visage was so marred

more than any man.

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1 0 HEAD, so full of bruises,

So full of pain and scorn; 'Mid other sore abuses,

Mock'd with a crown of thorn!

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2 O head, ere now surrounded

With brightest majesty,
In death now bow'd and wounded,
Accept this praise from me.

3 Thou countenance transcendant,

From whom all glory shone
To worlds, on thee dependent;

Now marred and spit upon

4 What thee, O Lord, distracted,

Was my soul's sinful load,
I had the debt contracted

Which Thou did'st pay in blood.

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121 Is. LIII. 1.-“ Who hath believed our re

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1 Wao hath our report believed !
Shiloh come, is not received,

Not received by His own.
Promis'd branch from root of Jesse,
David's offspring sent to bless you,

Comes too lowly to be known.

2 Tell me, O thou favour'd nation, What is thy fond expectation

Some fair spreading lofty tree? Let not worldly pride confound thee ; 'Mong the lowly plants around thee,

Mark the lowest,-that is He.

3 Like a tender plant, that's growing Where no water's friendly flowing, No kind rains refresh the ground,

Drooping, dying, ye shall view him, See no charms to draw you to him;

There no beauty will be found.

4 Lo! Messiah, unrespected,
Man of griefs-despisd, rejected,

Wounds His form disfiguring:
Marr'd his visage more than any;
For He bears the sins of many,

All our sorrows carrying.

5 No deceit His mouth had spoken, Blameless, He no law had broken,

Yet was number'd with the worst: For, because the Lord would grieve Him Ye who saw it did believe Him

For His own offences curst.

6 But, while Him your thoughts accused, He for us alone was bruised:

Yea, for us the victim bled ! With His stripes our wounds are cured, By His pains our peace secured, Purchas'd with the blood He shed.

7 Love amazing, so to mind us! Shepherd come from Heaven to find us,

Silly sheep, all gone astray;

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