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I long to see His face, whose precious blood

Was shed for me, and brought my soul to God.
A few brief years of sorrow have I past,
In this dark dreary wilderness, and fast
Glide the swift moments by, that still remain
Of my short sojourn in this world of pain;
Peace, gentle friends, nor call my spirit back,
Why should I traee again the weary track?
Angels are waiting-see their waving wings,
With thrilling melody the chorus rings;
I see them smile, and beckon me away,
Farewell, farewell, my spirit may not stay;
They wait to bear me to a heavenly home-
Jesus, my glorious Lord! I come, I come."
Weep not, fond mother, God hath culled thy
flower,

To bloom with beauty in a heavenly bower;
Cease, mourning friends, and follow in the

road,

That led that happy spirit to her God.

IN TRIAL.

"Out of the depths have I cried to thee, O Lord."Psalm cxxx. 1.

JESUS beneath Thy cross I lie,

Plunged in affliction's stormy deep; Out of the depths to Thee I cry,

My tears a thorny pillow steep.

Yet, Lord, a look from Thee shall give relief, And calm the raging billows of my grief.

Thy smile is more than heaven to me,-

And oh thy frown is worse than hell,

My stricken heart would cling to Thee,

And in Thine ear its sorrows tell.

Thy love's a cordial sweet, a healing balm,

To cure my wounds, my mourning soul to

calm.

My fearful spirit clings to Thee,

And helpless hangs upon Thy breast; Thy precious love is life to me,

Thy sympathy eternal rest.

Jesus, Thy blood has bought me, I am Thine, In this poor heart, flows Thy own life divine.

In the fierce hour of Satan's sway,

When my weak soul with terror reels, Without the power to drive away

The fearful gloom, that o'er her steals; E'en then a glorious ray of light divine,

O'er my dark soul with heavenly power shall shine.

Still, still Thy love is left to me,

Thy spirit dwells within my heart; The bonds that link my soul to thee,

Nor life, nor death, nor hell can part. Yet a brief hour, and I shall reach the gaol-The heavenly shore, and rest my weary soul.

PEACE.

"Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost."-Rom. xv.

13.

PEACE in the heaven above,

Peace in this heart of mine,

Peace like a gentle dove,

Holy, divine.

Once like a vessel tost

Upon the raging wave,

Compass and rudder lost,
And none to save.

So was my weary soul

Distressed with many a fear,

Troubled beyond controul,

No refuge near.

But a mild form arose

Upon the stormy sea,

And quelled the angry foes,
That threatened me.

Said to the winds "be still,"

Bade all their ragings cease,

And sought my heart to fill

With words of peace.

Whose was that bleeding brow, And that deep wounded side?

Jesus I know Thee now,

Thou Crucified !

Rescued and saved by Thee,

No more at sea to roam;

Saviour I soon shall be

With Thee at home.

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