But unbelief, that hateful thing, I'M GOING HOME. I'm going home!-prepare thy bridal wreath, Earth has its cares: for three-score years and ten, They're-I'm going home. The dove hath found her rest, the storm-tossed found Joy! joy!-I'm going home! Earth's flowers all fade-there fadeless beauties bloom; Earth's sunniest light is shaded by the tomb; Earth's loves all slumber in the vault below; Death dwells not in that home. I see the city of the blest on high, With the freed spirit's ken. I come-I come! Ye calling voices! catch my heart's reply: Home-home! I'm going home! ADORATION. Lard Glenelg. O WORSHIP the King, all glorious above! O measureless might, ineffable love, THE CALL OF THE HEATHEN FOR HELP. Beber. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains 42 From many an ancient river, Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted Till each remotest nation Has learn'd Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, his story! It spreads from pole to pole; LONGING FOR HEAVEN. Comper. To Jesus, the crown of my hope, And waft me away to his throne. My Saviour! whom absent I love; All glory, dominion, and power. Break off, then, these bonds that detain When that happy era begins, When array'd in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline Oh, then shall the veil be removed, And then never more shall the fears, And trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose! Or, if yet remember'd above, New themes for thy wonder and praise. The stroke which from sin and from pain Will strengthen and rivet the chain SHELTER FROM THE STORM. From the German. WHEN rising winds and rain descending, So I by faith with sin opprest, Would refuge take, O Christ, in thee; Thou art my hiding-place and rest, From every evil shelter me. SPEAK GENTLY. SPEAK gently!--it is better far To rule by love than fear. Speak gently-let not harsh words mar |