I cannot rest, till pure within, 1 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, 5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r, 1 HYMN 138. Penitential Gratitude. RISE, O (C. M.) my soul, the hours review, Ar 12/42 When aw'd by guilt and fear, To heav'n for grace thou durst not sue, And found no rescue here: 2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled, For heav'n itself has lent its aid 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ 28/48 While heav'n itself proclaims with joy, HYMN 139.. OCK of ages! cleft for me, Let the water and the blood, L L.. > (111. 2.) Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow, L 1 This for sin could not atone; 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, Let me hide myself in thee! FA HYMN 140. い L AITH is the Christian's evidence 2 Things absent it can set in view, L And bring far distant prospects home; And long foresee the things to come, 3 With strong persuasion, from afar The heav'nly region it surveys, 4 By faith a steady course we steer, (L. M.) Through ruffling storms and swelling seas, 5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears HYMN 141. ROMANS Viii. 31-34. LET triumphant faith dispel 2 He who his only Son gave up To death, that we might live, (c, M.) L LL Shall he not all things freely grant, L 3 Who now his people shall accuse? L 1 Who now his people shall condemn ? 4 And he who died hath ris'n again, At God's right hand for us he pleads, ELUDED souls! that dream of heav'n, Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust! 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, None but a living pow'r unites 3 The faith which new-creates the heart 4 God from the curse has set us free 1 L... The minister of sin. HYMN 143. Christ our Refuge. JESUS, Saviour of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the waves of trouble roll, O, receive my soul at last! (111. 1.) しし L.. mity 2 Other refuge have I none, Leave, ah! leave me not alone, HOW With the shadow of thy wing. HYMN 144. V i.. (Iv. 4.) Â ́¡ L TOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, "I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 4 " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, "That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, HOPE. HYMN 145. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace, Rise, from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepar'd above. L ᄂ. 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour will return, L To take thee to the skies: There is everlasting peace, Rest, enduring rest in heav'n; There, will sorrow ever cease, And crowns of joy be giv'n. 1 CHIL HYMN 146. L HILDREN of the heav'nly King, 1 HYMN 147. WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, So I but safely reach my home, 4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll با (c. M.) |