4 When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know ;
That hand, which seals our pardon sure,
Shall crowns of life bestow.
Faith, the Evidence of Things not seen.
FAITH is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our sight;
It pierces through the vail of sense,
And dwells in heavenly light.
2 It sets time past in present view,
Brings distant prospects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.
3 By faith we know the world was made
By God's almighty word;
We know the heavens and earth shall fade,
And be again restored.
4 Abraham obeyed the Lord's command,
From his own country driven;
By faith he sought a promised land,
But found his rest in heaven.
5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray,
The promise in our eye;
By faith we walk the narrow way,
That leads to joy on high.
Source and Office of Faith.
FAITH 'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestowed;
It boasts a high, celestial birth,
And is the gift of God.
2 Jesus it owns as King,
And all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.
3 To him it leads the soul,
When filled with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,
And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free;
Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,
To work this faith in me.
MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living head.
3 'Tis faith that purifies the heart;
"Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
4. This faith shall every fear control
By its celestial power:
With holy triumph fill the soul
Len In death's approaching hour.
Walking by Faith.
"TIS by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night:
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide-and faith our light.
2 The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar-and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares:
It yields support in all our toils,
And softens all our cares.
2 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live
3 Wide it unvails the heavenly world,
Where endless pleasures reign;
It bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.
4 Faith shows the promises, all sealed
With our Redeemer's blood;
It helps our feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.
5 There, still unshaken, would we rest,
Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wing,
To endless glory rise.
Trusting in Christ for Pardon.
O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood:
That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send:
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
"Thy Maker is thy friend.'
mf 4 The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting day.
Alfreton. Rotterdam.
HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,
I lay my soul beneath thy love;
Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood,
Nor let me from thy feet remove.
2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,
Unmoved and firm this heart should lie:
Resolved-for that's my last defence-
If I must perish, here to die.
3 But speak, O Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
4 Yes I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
Hosanna to my Saviour God,
And loudest praises to his name.
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 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
"Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In realms of endless peace.
HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass-an empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven or hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the hungry-clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name-
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.
God the Portion of the Soul.
MY God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights,-
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers, I am his!
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
And run with joy the shining way
To meet my dearest Lord.
MY God-my life-my love,
To thee-to thee I call;
cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.
2 Nor earth-nor all the sky
Can one delight afford,
No-not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
3 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll:
The circle, where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.
MY God-my portion-and my love,
My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.
2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me!
3 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own;
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