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Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, And crown him in each of your songs.

HYMN 68. P. M. 11.

Precious Promises.

HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled : 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 5 E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love; And then, when gray hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 6 "The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never-no never-no never forsake."

Graces of the Spirit.
HYMN 69. C. M.

The Power of Faith.

1AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves me from its snares;

Its aid in ev'ry duty brings,

And softens all my cares :

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heav'nly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r,
The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,

And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign ;

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And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain.

HYMN 70. L. P. M.

Confidence in the Mediator.

HEN gath'ring clouds around I view,

Wand days are dark, and friends are few,

On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;

He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do ;

Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorr'wing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Laz'rus dead.
5 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death-for thou hast died:
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear

away.

HYMN 71. C. M.

Love to God.

1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,

Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;

The devils know, and tremble too;

But satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,

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The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.

O

HYMN 72. L. M.

Hatred of Sin.

H, could I find some peaceful bow'r Where sin has neither place nor pow'r; This traitor vile I fain would shun,

But cannot from his presence run.
2 When to the throne of grace I flee,
He stands between my God and me;
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel him working in my breast.
3 When I attempt to soar above,
To view the heights of Jesus' love;
This monster seems to mount the skies,
And veils his glory from my eyes.
4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe,
Which keeps my faith and hope so low;
I long to dwell in heav'n my home,
Where not one sinful thought can come.
HYMN 73. S. M.

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Holy mourning for sin.

DID Christ o'er sinners weep?

And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev'ry eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept, that we might weep; .
Each sin demands a tear:
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

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HYMN 74. P. M. 6, 8.
Spiritual Peace.

COME heav'nly peace of mind,
I sigh for thy return;

I seek, but cannot find

The joys for which I mourn;

Ah! where's the Saviour now,
Whose smiles I once possess'd?
Till he return, I bow,

By heaviest grief oppress'd;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 I tried each earthly charm-
In pleasure's haunts I stray'd-
I sought its soothing balm—
I ask'd the world its aid;
But ah! no balm it had
To heal a wounded breast,
And I forlorn and sad,

Must seek another rest;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
3 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can soothe his woe,
And give him sweet relief?
Thou Jesus? can'st impart,
By thy long wish'd return,
Ease to this wounded heart,

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And bid me cease to mourn;
Then shall this night of sorrow flee,
And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee.

HYMN 75. S. M.

Confidence and submission.

G Hope, and be undismay'd;

IVE to the winds thy fears;

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time; so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day,

3 He ev'ry where hath Sway,

And all things serve his might;
His ev'ry act pure blessing is-
His path unsullied light.

4 When he makes bare his arm,

What shall his work withstand?
When he his people's cause defends,
Who, who shall stay his hand?

5 Leave to his sov'reign sway

To choose, and to command;
With wonder fill'd, thou then shalt own
How wise, how strong his hand.

6 Thou comprehend'st him not, Yet earth, and heav'n tell,

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God sits as sov'reign on the throne—
He ruleth all things well.

HYMN 76. S. M.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

OME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;

Join in the song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne-

2 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.
-3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

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We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 77. C. M.

Hope in Trouble.

Wand mourns the present pain,

HEN musing sorrow weeps the past,

'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;

'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.

3 It is that heav'n-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that hope with ardor glows,
To see him face to face,

Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.

5 It is that harass'd conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;

And sees, though far, the hand that heals,
And ends the strife within.