With pleafing grief and mournful joy 204. C. M. The Triumph of Faith; or, the Fiery Furnace. HAT mighty wonders Faith has done! O, who can e'er recount WHA The num'rous vict'ries it has won, Or tell the vast amount? Poffefs'd of this, without dismay, His impious threat they difregard, Leaning on his almighty arm, Who did fuch faith inspire, They were preferv'd secure from harm, Like precious faith may we poffefs, Nor need we ever fear, Tho' call'd thro' floods or flames to pass, If Chrift be with us there. 205. C. M. The contrite Heart. CowPER. HE Lord will happiness divine THE On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain I fometimes think myself inclin'd My best defires are faint and few, But when I cry, "My ftrength renew,' The faints are comforted I know, O make this heart rejoice or ache; 2206. L. M. WATTS'S P. Humiliation. LORD, we are vile, conceiv'd in fin And born unholy and unclean : Sprung from the man whofe guilty fall, . Behold, we fall before thy face, No outward forms can make us clean, No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beaft, Jefus, our God! thy blood alone While guilt difturbs and breaks our peace, WH Hope encouraged. WHY finks my weak desponding mind? Can fov'reign goodness be unkind? Am I not fafe fince God is nigh? He holds all nature in his hand : That gracious hand on which I live, Does life, and time, and death command, And has immortal joys to give. 'Tis he fupports this fainting frame; On him alone my hopes recline; The wond'rous glories of his name, D How wide they (pread! how bright they shine! Infinite wisdom! boundless pow'r! Nor from my refuge e'er remove. Still kind to hear, and strong to fave. C 208. Sevens. SENNICK. Rejoicing in Hope. HILDREN of the heav'nly King, Sing our Savior's worthy praife, Shout, ye Fear not, brethren, joyful fland On the borders of your land; zatament Jefus Chrift, our Father's Son,egłe main Att Bids us undifmay'd go on, Lord! incline us now to go, 209. 7.6. Μ WHITEFIELD's Col. Leaning on the Beloved. Y moft indulgent Savior, MI long thy love to find, To triumph in thy favor, And know thy Spirit's mind: Than leaning on thy breaft. The place of John 1 covet, And breathe my final groan: On thee alone relying, Then I, with all in glory, |