4. Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance! from Thy frown; Eternal Justice! from Thine eye? 5. Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, 6. My suffering, slain, and risen Lord, 1 CCCXIX. I AM THAT I AM. (C. Smart.) Exodus iii. 14. "TELL them I AM," Jehovah said And, struck as to the heart, At At once, above, beneath, around, CCCXX. EVENING, MORNING, AND NOON, "Will I pray, and He shall hear my voice". Ps. lv. 17. (By Montgomery.) Air, as 29th Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. SAVIOUR! when nightinvolves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to Thee; Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2. On Thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn; Thee, victor of the grave and hell; Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3. When noon her throne in light arrays, To Thee my soul triumphant springs; Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, Thee Lord of lords, and King of kings! 4. O'er earth when shades of evening steal, To death and Thee my thoughts I give: To death, whose power I soon must feel; To THEE with whom I trust to live. CCCXXI. DEATH OF AN AGED Abridged, from Montgomery. 1. SERVANT of God, well done! A mortal arrow pierced his frame; 2. Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, A warrior, slumbering on his arms Bent still on noble toils, The world to him was loss; Yet all his trophies, all his spoils 3. At midnight came the cry, "To meet thy God prepare!" He woke, and caught his Captain's eye; His spirit, with a bound, Left its encumbering clay: His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, 4. The pains of death are past! Labour and sorrow cease: And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. -Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy! CCCXXII. LOVEST THOU ME? (Doddridge.) John xxi. 15. Air, as 35th Ps. M. S. 1. Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold heart and see; my And send each cursed Idol forth That dares to rival Thee. 2. Do not I love Thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love: When JESUS cannot move! 3. Is there a lamb in all Thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast Thou a foe before whose face 4. Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy name? And challenge the cold hand of death 5. Thou knowest I love Thee, blessed Lord! But Oh, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, CCCXXIII. THE EPIPHANY. (By Heber, Bishop of Calcutta.) 1. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid: Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2. Cold on His cradle the night-dews are shining; Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall: |