Soon will the Sun of Righteousness arise,

And heavenly warmth and comfort round you fling; Darkness and doubt before His lustre flies,

And holiest balm drops healing from His wing.

Even now, behold, in Heaven's arch appears
The Morning Star, clear-lovely-bright':
O troubled souls! away your doubts and fears,
And hail with faith, and joy, returning light.

* Mal. iv. 2.

1 Rev. ii. 28. See Scott's Exposition Notes, ver. 24-28.

2 Pet. i. 19.

HYMN IV.

"Ye will not come to Me, that ye might have life."

John v.

JESU! we come to bathe our weary souls,
Where Mercy's stream her sacred waters rollsa;
River of Love!-a dying Saviour's blood!
O! plunge us, Lord, beneath that healing flood.

Long have we wandered from the path of peace, But O! in Thee, let all our wanderings cease; Long have we turned from Mercy's gentle voice, But now we come we tremble, yet rejoice.

Reject us not, though all defiled with sin;
Open Thy fold, O Lord! and take us in:
Wearied and weak, without Thine aid we fall,
Be Thou our Strength, our Saviour, and our all.

40.

O ye afflicted, tempest-tost!

Not comforted!-ye are not lost!—

A Heavenly Pilot safely guides

Your struggling bark through adverse tides.

From the depths of tribulation",

Ye shall anchor soon in Heaven;

Droop not, poor mourners-ye are blest*,

Sweet after labour will be rest.

f Isa. liv. 11.

h Acts xiv. 22. Rev. vii. 14.

g Matt. viii, 23-27.

iHeb. vi. 18-20.

k Matt. v. 4.

HYMN VI.

"When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of

the Lord shall lift up a standard against him,"

Isa. lix. 19.

SPIRIT of Truth and Life! whose hallowed streams Can shed sweet lustre o'er earth's cloudy vale; When shall Thy glorious light, Thy sacred beams, O'er the deep darkness of the world prevaila?

When against Satan will our God appear,
And vengeance on the enemy be hurled?
When shall the Lord His standard high uprear?
When shall His glorious banner be unfurled?

Almighty God! to Thee we lift our eyes,

And plead the promises Thy Word declares*;

To Thee our hopes, our fervent wishes rise

To Thee we cry, Hear, hear, our earnest prayers.

a Isa. xxv. 7.

b Deut. xxxii. 41.
d Psal. cxxiii.

c Isa. lix. 19.

e Isa. xxv.; xxix. 18, 19; xxxv.; xlii. 16.

Jer. xxxii. 37-42.