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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. 313

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.

S. M. St. Thomas, Eastburn. 314

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. 315

C, M. Walney. St. Martin's.
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.
f 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.
P 4 FATHER, thy will be done!

To thee I all resign;
The sole disposer of thine own,

Dispose of ine and mine.
5 At thy command-I go,

Or quietly attend,

Till all my care and toil below Len In rest eternal end.

C. M.

Dundee. Canterbury. 3117

Filial Submission.
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;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,

And brighten all the scene.
Aff 4 My Father!-oh! permit my heart

To plead her huinble claim;
And ask the bliss those words iinpart,

In my Redeemer's name. 318

C. M. Stamford. Litchfield. 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 inournful 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 arın

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. 320

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 ? mp3 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. 321

C. M.

Grafton. Eastport. GREAT Source of boundless power and grace!

Attend my mournful cry ;

In hours of dark and deep distress,

To thee alone I fly.
2 Thou art my strength, my life, my stay ;

Assist my feeble trust;
Oh! drive my gloomy fears away,

And raise me from the dust.
3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind,

And trust thy glorious name:
Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind,

Forever is the same.
4 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,

When earthly comforts die;
Thy voice can bid my pains depart,

And raise my pleasures high.
5 Here let me rest-on thee depend,

My God, my hope, my all; mf Be thou my everlasting friend,

And I shall never fall. 322

C. M.

Burford. Medfield,
HEAR, gracious God, my humble prayer ;

To thee I breathe my sighs ;
When will the cheering morn appear?

And when my joys arise ?
2 My God! oh, could I make the claim

My Father, and my Friend !
And call thee mine, by every name

On which thy saints depend !
3 By every name of power and love,

I would thy grace entreat ;
Nor should my humble hopes remove,

Nor leave thy mercy-seat.
4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,

Thy word is all my stay;
Here would I rest, till light returns:

Thy presence makes my day.
5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace

Relieve my aching heart;
Oh make my heavy sorrows cease,

And all the gloom depart.
mf 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,

And bless thy healing rays;
And change these deep, complaining sighs,

For songs of sacred praise.

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