6 Where am I now, or what my hope?
What can my weakness do?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up-
Thou, thou must make it new.

HYMN 195.

1 People of the Living God,

I have sought the world around;
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort no where found.
2 Now to you my spirit turns-
Turns a fugitive unblest:
Brethren, where your altar burns
O receive me into rest.

3 Lonely I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home;
Where die shall be my grave.

you

4 Mine the Lord whom you adore; Your Redeemer shall be mine;

Earth can fill

my

heart no more;

Every idol I resign.

5 Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, or pow'r;
Welcome poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction's hour.

6 "Follow me."-I know thy voice;
Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see;
Now I take thy yoke by choice;
Light thy burden now to me.

HYMN 196.

1 While on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand,

(III. 1)

(L. M.)

My spirit struggles with the clay,
Anxious to wing its flight away.

3 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be,
And longs her gracious Lord to see:
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For 'tis far better to depart.

3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come
And bear the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys, and of your own.
4 That blissful interview how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet;
Rais'd in his arms, to view his face
Through the full beamings of his grace.
5 As with a cherub's voice to sing;
To fly as on a cherub's wing!
Performing with unwearied hands
The present Saviour's high commands.
6 Yet with these prospects full in sight,
We'll wait thy signal for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
We find a heav'n in all we do.

HYMN 197.

1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne.
2 My Saviour, whom absent I love,
Whom not having seen, I adore;
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and pow'r;

(IV. 4.)

3 Dissolve thou the bonds that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
O strike off the adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

4 Then that happy era begins,
When array'd in thy glory I shine;
And no longer I pierce with my sins
The bosom on which I recline.

THE GLORIA PATRI.

ADAPTED TO THE DIFFERENT METRES USED IN THIS

WORK.

**The peculiar metres have not been designated by the usual marks, but have been classified and numbered accordingly. The Roman numbers refer to the class, and the figures to the particular kind of that class.

The first class comprises the long, common, and short metres, which are designated by the usual marks, L. M., C. M., S. M.

II Class contains those in which a verse includes six lines composed of Iambic feet, and comprises three different kinds.

III Class includes those metres in which the lines begin on accented syllables, as "Children of the Heavenly King." &c.-four kinds.

IV Class is those in which the lines are made up triplets, as "O praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice!-four kinds.

V Class is irregular, and contains the metres which cannot be included under any of the former.

When any of the foregoing metres are doubled, it is easily seen, and only requires a repetition of

the tune.

The following Doxologies serve as examples.

CLASS I.

C. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, -
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

S. M.

Give God, the Father, praise,
Glory to God, the Son;
To God, the Spirit of all grace,
Be equal honour done.

L. M.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom earth and heav'n adore, Be glory as it was of old,

Is now,

and shall be evermore.

CLASS II.

1

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heav'n's triumphant host
And all his saints on earth adore,

Be glory as in ages past,

As now it is and so shall last,

When time itself shall be no more.

2

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom heav'n's triumphant host And saints on earth adore,