Iron to them is stubble,
And brass but rotten wood.
5 I triumph'd at a distance,
While he was out of sight,
But faint was my resistance,
When forc'd to join and fight:
He broke my sword in shivers,
And pierc'd my boasted shield,
Laugh'd at my vain endeavours,
And drove me from the field.
6 Satan will not be braved
By such a worm as I;
Then let me learn, with David,
To trust in the most High:
To plead the name of Jesus,
And use the sling of prayer;
Thus arm'd, when Satan sees us,
He'll tremble and despair.
HYMN 5. P. M.
1 HIS world is all a fleeting show,
For man's probation given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of wo,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,
There's nothing true, but Heaven.
2 And false the light of glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;
And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom,
Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb,
There's nothing bright but Heaven.
3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day;
From wave to wave are driven,
And fancy's flash, and reason's ray,
Serve but to bright their troubled way;
There's nothing calin but Heaven.
4 And where's the light, held out to cheer This heart with anguish riven;
Afflictions' sigh, and sorrows' tear,
Have never found a refuge here,
There's nothing kind but Heaven.
5 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss
Without their sins forgiven:
True pleasure, everlasting peace,
Are only found in God's free grace:
There's nothing good as Heaven.
6 From those who walk in wisdom's ways,
Corroding fears are driven;
They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood,
Enjoy communion with their God,
And find their way to Heaven.
HYMN 6. P. M.
HIS world's not "all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;"
He that hath sooth'd a widow's woe
Or wip'd an orphan's tear, doth know
There's something here of Heaven.
! And he that walks life's thorny way;
With feelings calm and even;
Whose path is lit from day to day
By virtue's bright and steady ray;
Hath something felt of Heaven.
3 He, that the Christian's course has run,
And all his foes forgiven;
Who measures out life's little span
In love to God, and love to man,
On earth has tasted Heaven.
THAT happy children who wait on Jesus, Unto the house of prayer and praise, And join in union, while love increases, Resolv'd this way to spend our days. Altho' we're hated by the world and Satan, And flesh, and such as know not God,
Yet happy moments and joyful seasons,
We ofttimes have on Canaan's road.
2 While we've been waiting on lovely Jesus,
We felt some heip come from above;
Our hearts have burn'd with holy rapture,
And long to be dissolv'd in love.
Then let us hold fast what is given,
And trust in him for things to come,
Sure we shall find our way to heaven,
So farewell, brethren, we are going home,
3 And as we go, let us praise our Jesus,
And pray for those who spurn his grace,
Lest they should lose love's richest treasure,
And ne'er enjoy God's lovely face.
Now here's my hand, and my best wishes,
In token of my Christian love;
In hopes with you to praise my Jesus,
So farewell, brethren, till we meet above.
HYMN 8. P. M.
[ARK! the Gospel trump is sounding,
Hand it gives a certain sound;
Sects and parties are abounding,
But the truth will cut them down.
2 Popish priests, and proud professors,
In alliance close combin'd,
To contend with the possessors,
Who enjoy true light divine.
3 But the truth of God with power,
Cuts its way, though hell oppose;
Human wisdom's mighty tower,
Falls before it as it goes.
4 Churches deck'd with silk and scarlet,
Foppish priests and singing choirs;
All are marks of the old harlot,
Which the wicked world admires.
5 But the Gospel Word condemns them, Shows a meek and lowly way,
Trav❜llers few, but Christ defends them,
While they strive to watch and pray.
6 These, tho' few, are bound for Heaven,
Self-denying, humble, low;
Knowing all their sins forgiven,
Persecuted here below.
7 Lord, the number keep increasing,
Though the beast may rage and roar,
And thy kingdom without ceasing,
Grow and spread from shore to shore.
8 Hireling priests are sore tormented,
For their craft in danger stands;
Ev'ry plot has been invented,
To uphold their popish plans.
9 But their plans, though deep devised, Yet ere long, must all come down; Jacob's small, yet he arises,
Light is spreading all around.
10 The true light has long been hidden
By sectarian bigotry:
But the Lord his guests has bidden,
Come, enjoy true Liberty.
HYMN 9. C. M.
H When grace shall reign alone;
ASTEN, O Lord, the latter day,
And all the nations of the world
Shall bow before thy throne.
2 Then shall pure converts crowd thy gates, Press to the gospel sound;
And grace eternal sweetly shine,
To ravish all around.
3 Then shall the watchinen of the Lord Raise Jesu's cross on high;
And, from a clear refulgent light,
Shall all see eye to eye.
4 Then war shall cease, and wrath subside, And peace immortal flow;
And saints unite in joy and peace,
And glory reign below.
5 Lord, we would bless thee for a ray
Of such triumphant grace,
That leads to everlasting day,
And pure eternal bliss.
A little feeble band,
Protection we obtain,
From the Redeemer's hand; Though oft our foes would us devour, We stand upheld by Jesu's power.
2 While on him we depend,
And truly fear his name,
He'll prove a faithful friend,
And ne'er put us to shame;
He'll guard us safe through all the way
To the fair climes of endless day.
3 Our Shepherd leads us on,
While we obey his voice;
He guides us to his throne,
And in him we'll rejoice;
Though straight the way, we need not fear,
If to the end we persevere.
4 Christ is our leader call'd,
His name we love to bear,
This name we will extol,
While in his grace we share.
All party names we will disdain,
The glorious name of Christ maintain
5 His doctrine too we'll prize,
This as our rule observe,
It is our only guide,
Therefrom we must not swerve',
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