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STANZAS.

To those in trouble thou wert nigh, Not one hath sought thy face in vain.

Thy poor were bountifully fed,

Thy chasten'd sons have kiss'd the rod; Thy mourners have been comforted,

The pure in heart have seen their God.

Yet one pray'r more;-and, be it one

In which both heav'n and earth accord!­Fulfil thy promise to thy Son,

Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord.

His throne and sovereignty advance;

For his soul's travail let him see

The heathen his inheritance,

And earth's last bound his portion be. J. MONTGOMERY.

STANZAS.

SAILING upon life's dangerous sea,

Amidst surrounding rocks and shoals, Lord, I would lift my heart to thee, To guide me as the tempest rolls.