"YE ARE BOUGHT WITH A PRICE." WHEN this passing world is done, When I hear the wicked call Then, Lord, shall I fully know- When I stand before the throne When the praise of Heaven I hear Even on earth, as through a glass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Chosen, not for good in me; Wakened up from wrath to flee; Hidden in the Saviour's side; By the Spirit sanctified; Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, When in flowery paths I tread, Oft I fall-but still arise The Spirit comes-the tempter flies; Oft the nights of sorrow reign,- 66 THOU SHALT STAND IN THY LOT AT THE END OF THY DAYS." KNELL of departed years, Thy voice is sweet to me: I hear the sound, Diffusing through the air a holy calm around. Thou art the voice of love; To chide each doubt away; And as thy murmur faintly dies, I hail the sign That love divine Will o'er my future path in cloudless mercy shine. Thou art the voice of hope; A song of blessings yet to come, By nature grieved, Still am I nearer rest than when I first believed. Thou art the voice of life: A sound which seems to say, O prisoner in this gloomy vale, Thy flesh shall faint, thy heart shall fail; Yet fairer scenes thy spirit hail That cannot pass away: Here grief and pain Thy steps detain, There, in the image of the Lord, shalt thou with Jesus |