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Cast me not away from Thy presence; and

take not Thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation;

and uphold me with Thy good spirit.

256.

SEEKING GOD.

O God, Thou art my God, earnestly do I seek

Thee! my soul thirsteth, my flesh longeth

for Thee, as in a dry, thirsty land. Thus I look toward Thee in Thy sanctuary,

to behold Thy power and Thy glory! For Thy loving-kindness is better than life;

therefore my lips shall praise Thee ! Thus will I bless Thee, while I live; in T

name will I lift up my hands! My soul shall be satisfied as with Thy mercy,

and with joyful lips my mouth shall praise

Thee, When I think of Thee upon my bed, and

meditate on Thee in the night-watches. For Thou art my help, and in the shadow

of Thy wings I rejoice; Thy right hand holdeth me up.

257.

PRECIOUS IS THY LOVING-KINDNESS. Thy mercy, O Lord, is as the heavens; and

Thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds. Thy righteousness is like the great mountains ;

Thy judgments are a great deep: O Lord, Thou preservest man and beast.

How excellent is Thy loving-kindness, O God !

therefore the children of men put their

trust under the shadow of Thy wings. They shall be abundantly satisfied with the

richness of Thy house; and Thou shalt make them drink of the river of Thy

pleasures. For with Thee is the fountain of life: in

Thy sight shall we see light. O continue Thy loving-kindness unto them

that know Thee; and Thy righteousness to the upright in heart.

258,

REDEMPTION.

Thou art a God who doest wonders; Thou

hast manifested Thy power among the na

tions. With Thy strong arm Thou didst redeem

Thy people, the sons of Jacob and Jo

seph. The waters saw it, O God! the waters saw

Thee, and feared, and the deep trembled. The clouds poured water, the skies sent forth

thunder, and Thine arrows flew. Thy thunder roared in the whirlwind; the

lightning illumined the world; the earth

trembled and shook. Thy way was through the sea, and Thy path

through great waters; and Thy footsteps

could not be found. Thou didst lead Thy people like a flock; by the hands of Thy holy messengers. Hallelujah.

259.

HALLELUJAH.

(Psalm 150.)

Praise ye the Lord ! praise God in His sanc

tuary ! praise Him in His glorious firma

ment! Praise Him for His mighty deeds! praise Him

according to His excellent greatness! Praise Him with the sound of trumpets !

praise Him with the psaltery and harp! Praise Him with the timbrel and dance! praise

Him with stringed instruments and flutes ! Praise Him with the clear-sounding cymbals!

praise Him with the high-sounding cymbals ! Let everything that hath breath praise the

Lord! Hallelujah!

260.

SLEEP THY LAST SLEEP.

Sleep thy last sleep,

Free from care and sorrow;
Rest where none weep,

'Till th' eternal morrow.
Though dark waves roll

O'er the silent river,
Thy faiting soul

Heaven can deliver.

Life's dream is past,

All its sin and sadness,
Brightly at last

Dawns a day of gladness.
Under the sod

Earth receiyes our treasure,
To rest in God,

Waiting all His pleasure.
Though we may mourn

Those who here have left us,
Not for ever more,

Death, hast thou bereft us.
Hark to the voice,

Comforting our weeping,
Ye shall rejoice

When awake your sleeping.

261.

WHEN HOMEWARD BOUND.
Sunset and evening star

And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the bound-

less deep, Turns again home. For tho' from out the bourne of time and

place The tide may bear me far, I hope to see my pilot face to face,

When I have crossed the bar.

262.

THE MELLOW EVE.

The mellow eve is gliding

Serenely down the west;
So every care subsiding,

My soul would sink to rest.
The woodland hum is ringing

The daylight's gentle close.
May angels round me singing,

Thus hymn my last repose.

The evening star has lighted

Her crystal lamp on high;
So when by death benighted,

May hope illume the sky.
In golden splendor dawning

The morrow's light shall break,
When on that deathless morning

We shall in glory wake.

263.

WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN ?

Why art thou cast down, my soul,
Why disquieted in me?
Feel'st thou not the Father nigh,

Him whose heart contains us all ? Lives no God for thee on high, Loving while His judgments fall ?

Look above!
God is love!

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