Hail, Abraham's God and mine.
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are thine,

And endless praise.

6 GEN. XIX. 17.—“ Escape for thy life: look not

behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain."

1 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,

And stay not for the morrow's sun ;
The longer Wisdom you despise,

The harder is she to be won.

2 O hasten, mercy to implore,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy season should be o'er

Before this evening's stage be run. 3 O hasten, sinner, to return,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn

Before thy needful work is done. 4 O hasten, sinner, to be blest,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest

Before the morrow is begun.

5 O Lord, do thou the sinner turn!

Now rouse him from his senseless state!
O let him not thy counsel spurn,
Nor rue his fatal choice too late!

T GEN. XIX. 17.—“ Escape to the mountain, lest

thou be consumed."

1 HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on,

And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest;

Haste, traveller, haste! 2 O, far from home thy footsteps stray;

Christ is the life, and Christ the way,
And Christ the light.-Yon setting sun
Sinks ere the morn is scarce begun:

Haste, traveller, haste! 3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky,

The rains descend, the winds are high ;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path,-no refuge near :

Haste, traveller, haste! 4 O yes, a shelter you may gain,

A covert from the wind and rain,
A hiding-place, a rest, a home--
A refuge from the wrath to come:

Haste, traveller, haste! 5 Then linger not in all the plain,

Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O, speed thee, speed thee on thy way:

Haste, traveller, haste! 6 Poor, lost, benighted soul, art thou

Willing to find salvation now?--
There yet is hope,--hear mercy's call, -
Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all!

Haste to Him, haste!

8 Gen. XXVIII. 15.-“I am with thee, and will

keep thee in all places whether thou gocst."

1 On mountains and in vallies,

Where'er we go is God;
The cottage and the palace

Alike are His abode.

2 In sinking and in soaring,

Thought finds him ever near,--
Where angels are adoring,

Where fiends believe and fear.

3 With watchful eye abiding

Upon us with delight;
Our souls, in Him confiding,

He keeps both day and night,

4 Above me, and beside me,

My God is ever near,-
To watch, protect, and guide me,
Whatever ills appear.

5 Tho' other friends may fail me

In sorrow's dark abode,-
Tho' death itself assail me,

I'm ever safe with God.

9 Gen, xxxvi. 26.-" I will not let thee go except

thou bless me. "

1 NAY, I cannot let thee go,

Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.

2 Dost thou ask me who I am ?
Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name!
Yet the question gives a plea,

To support my suit with thee.
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy,

That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair

Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r ;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
5 Many years have pass'd since then,
Many changes I have seen,
Yet have been upheld till now;

Who could hold me up but thou?
6 Thou hast help'd in every need,

This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,

Canst thou let me sink at last ?
7 No-I must maintain my hold,

"Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesu's sake.

10

ANOTIIER OF TIE SAME.

1 LIKE Jacob here I stand,

And wrestle with the Lord;
With weary heart and hand,

Waiting some gracious word.

Waiting some gracious word

To soothe my heavy woe;
Except thou bless me, Lord,

I will not let thee go.
2 The day is breaking fast,

All night I have been here,
To cure my aching breast,

When shall my Lord appear?
When shall my Lord appear,

And comfort to me flow?
Except thou bless me, Lord,

I will not let thee go.

11 Gen. XLIX. 18.—“I have waited for thy sal

vation, O Lord.”

1 WHAT tho' time on earth were over?

Not on time our hopes depend;
Lo, beyond it, we discover
Life that never knows an end.
'Mid the woes that life attend,

Still for rest we turn to thee :
God, a father and a friend,

Changeless, in his Son we see.

2 Father still in all our need,

Father still in weal or woe;
Father even of the dead,
When into the grave we go.
Change may toss us to and fro,

Changeless He in whom we trust :
Ev'n our dust his care shall know,

When our bodies turn to dust.