Without thy graces-and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

4 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore:
Grant me the visits of thy grace,
And I desire no more.

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ETERNAL Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires;

Oh! could I say, 'The Lord is mine!'
'Tis all my soul desires.

2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord,
Assure me of thy love;

Oh! speak the kind, transporting word,
And bid my fears remove.—

3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
And triumph in my Gɔd,

Till heavenly rapture tune my voice
To spread thy praise abroad.

C. M.

Mansfield. Dundee,

311 True Happiness to be found only in God.

IN vain I trace creation o'er,
In search of solid rest;
The whole creation is too poor,
To make me truly blest.

2 Let earth and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone this restless heart
Enduring bliss can find.

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;
Here would my spirit rest:

Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant, mf And make me fully blest.

312

L. M.

Middlebury. Denton.'

THOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither-ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?

3 Eternal life thy words impart ;
On these my fainting spirit lives:
Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine,
While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile-one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord! outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore ;
Thou art my life-my joy-my care:
Depart from thee?-'tis death-'tis more-
'Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells-and peace divine:
mf Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life-eternal life is thine.

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C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham, WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, Though vines their fruit deny,

The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no meat supply ;

2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;

Though famine reign in empty stalls,

Where herds were wont to be:

mf 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;

In him I'll joy, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul,
The source of lasting joy;

A joy-which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

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S. M. St. Thomas. Eastburn.
Adoption.

BEHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

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SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high,
Allow my humble claim;

Nor, when I raise my guilty head,
Disdain a father's name.

2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound!

How tender-and how dear!

Not all the harmony of heaven

Could so delight the ear.

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart;

And show that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.

4 Cheered by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe;

And Abba, Father, humbly cry;
Nor can the sign deceive.

316

S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'.

MOST gracious God, reveal
Thy will concerning me;
Whate'er I do-whate'er I feel,
I follow thy decree.

2 The counsels of thy love

Be on my heart impressed;
It then shall at thy bidding move,
And at thy bidding rest.

mf 3 While thou my leader art,
And mak'st me thine abode,
I find the witness in my heart,
That I am born of God.

AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, My Father, God!'

Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,

Nor one faint murmur rise.

mf 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, And bid me wait serene;

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Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

Aff 4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart
To plead her humble claim;

And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

318

Aff MY God, my Father-blissful name!-
Oh! may I call thee mine?

May I, with sweet assurance, claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:

What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy holy will denies,
I cheerfully resign:

Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise,
Oh! bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
Oh! give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.

C. M.

Colchester. Stamford.

319 Strength and Protection from God.

mf WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?
Has restless sin, and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' almighty name
That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary or decay?

3 Almighty strength and boundless grace
In our Jehovah dwell!

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease;

But we, that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.

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C. M.

Barby. Litchfield.

AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?

Dost thou proclaim thyself our God?-
Our God forever near?

2 Dost thou a Father's kindness feel,
For all thy humble saints?

And in such friendly accents speak,
To soothe their sad complaints?

mf 3 Why droop our hearts-why flow our tears, While such a voice we hear?

Why rise our sorrows, and our fears,
While such a friend is near?

4 To all thine other favors add
A heart to trust thy word;

mf And death itself shall hear us sing,
While resting on the Lord.

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C. M.

Grafton. Eastport.

GREAT Source of boundless power and grace!
Attend my mournful cry;