6. Therefore in life I'll trust to Thee,
In death I will adore;

And after death I'll sing Thy praise.
When death shall be no more.

439.

440.

Michael Bruce.

I.

I

Divine Protection.

TO the hills will lift mine eyes,
From whence doth come mine aid.
My safety cometh from the Lord,

Who heav'n and earth hath made.

2. Thy foot He'll not let slide, nor will
He slumber that thee keeps.
Behold, He that keeps Israel,

He slumbers not, nor sleeps.

3. The Lord thee keeps the Lord thy shade,
On thy right hand doth stay.

The moon by night thee shall not smite,
Nor yet the sun by day.

4. The Lord shall keep thy soul: He shall
Preserve thee from all ill.

Henceforth thy going out and in
God keep for ever will.

C.M.

121st Psalm, Scotch Version.

God my Shepherd.

I. THE God of love my shepherd is,

To watch me and to feed :

I shall not want, for I am His,

He careth for my need.

C.M.

441.

2. His gentle goodness leadeth me,
And makes me down to lie

In greenest pastures fearlessly
The quiet waters by.

3. And so restoreth He my soul:
And when I go astray

He brings me back with sweet control
Into the rightful way.

4. When darkness comes and death is near,
I feel my Shepherd's rod,
And so I quite forget my fear,
And lean upon my God.

5. Thy bounties, amid all my foes,
My life, my spirit bless,
My cup of comfort overflows

With tender faithfulness.

6. Goodness and mercy, peace and love,
Shall fill my earthly days;

Till the eternal house above
Shall witness to my praise.

1. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's care;

His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,

To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3. Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile

With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

4. Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

443.

4. Onward, then, right onward!
This our watchword still,

Till we reach the glory

Of the wondrous hill.

5. For the journey girded,
Haste we on our way,-
The pillar-cloud above us,
Guide by night and day.

6. On through waste and blackness,
O'er our desert road;

On till Salem greets us,
City of our God!

I.

FI

In the Wilderness.

Horatius Bonar.

8.7.8.7.

IERCE the sun doth beat upon me,

From a burning, cloudless sky;

Friendly shadow now I long for,

Rock that higher is than I.

2. Strange and wild the scenes around me,
And no aid from man is nigh;
But a shelter Thou canst give me,
Rock that higher is than I.

3. Treacherous guides have me forsaken,
Many paths deceive my eye;
Thou alone canst help and save me,

Rock that higher is than I.

4. Night is falling dark and dreary,

Help me, or I sink and die!

Guard me when the light shall fail me,
Rock that higher is than I.

Y

Jones Very.

444.

445.

I.

The Earthly Pilgrimage.

GOD! while generations flee
Like leaves before Thy face,
Through endless ages Thou wilt be

Thy children's dwelling-place.

2. Great Shepherd of the countless flock,
Where'er they rest or roam ;

Their cheering sun, their sheltering rock,
Their everlasting home.

3. Our sainted fathers, where are they?
They slept, they woke in Thee,
And here in memory's light to-day,
They walk serene and free.

4. O Thou who led'st our sires of old,
Their grateful children lead;
Thy flock in shelter safe enfold,
In sunny pastures feed!

5. Still guide our footsteps in the way
That climbs the morning height;
Thy law, O God, our cloud by day,
Thy love our fire by night.

Widening Thought.

1. THE changing centuries, O God,
Fulfil Thy perfect thought:
The ancient paths the fathers trod
Are widening into highways broad
Because Thy hand has wrought.

C.M.

8.6.8.8.6.