1 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, Graces of the Spirit. 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, 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r, And make the dying live. 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign ; 1 And bids me seek my portion there, 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, He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r, Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 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, 2 Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet The devils know, and tremble too; But satan cannot love. 4 This is the grace that lives and sings, 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, 1 The wings of love bear us away 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. 1 Holy mourning for sin. DID Christ o'er sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? 1 HYMN 74. P. M. 6, 8. COME heav'nly peace of mind, I seek, but cannot find The joys for which I mourn; Ah! where's the Saviour now, By heaviest grief oppress'd; Must seek another rest; 1 And bid me cease to mourn; 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, 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 3 He ev'ry where hath Sway, And all things serve his might; 4 When he makes bare his arm, What shall his work withstand? 5 Leave to his sov'reign sway To choose, and to command; 6 Thou comprehend'st him not, Yet earth, and heav'n tell, 1 God sits as sov'reign on the throne— HYMN 76. S. M. Heavenly Joy on Earth. OME, we who love the Lord, Join in the song with sweet accord, 2 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, 5 Then let our songs abound, 1 We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 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, 2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise, 'Tis not that meek submission flies, 3 It is that heav'n-born faith surveys 4 It is that hope with ardor glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harass'd conscience feels And sees, though far, the hand that heals, |