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3 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought; And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought. 4 When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptations tried,
And in thy strength confide. 5 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be With thee, amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee. 6 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be passed; Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear, the last. 262.
SATISFACTION OF SPIRIT. C.M. St. Lawrence-St. David's-Prestwick. 1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
Is vanity and toil. 2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known; There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
And find it ever new;
We cheerfully can say,
Bring with it what it may. 3 It can bring with it nothing
But he will bear us through:
Will clothe his people too;
No creature but is fed ;
Will give his children bread.
Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there : Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
4 Where is the judge who can condemn,
Since God hath justify'd ?
For whom the Saviour died?
Triumphant from the grave; And pleads our cause at God's right hand,
Omnipotent to save.
From Jesus and his love?
The earth to heaven above?
7 Let troubles rise, and terrors frown,
And days of darkness fall;
And more than conquer all.
Nor time's destroying sway,
Or make his love decay.
As it has bless'd the past;
He loves us to the last.
7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create. 8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
From faith and hope may grow. 9 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 10 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's
To fairer worlds on high. 268.
THE THRONE OF GRACE. S.M. Romberg-Shirland-Christchurch. 1 Behold the throne of grace,
The promise calls us near : There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer. 2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round we see, Provides for those who come to God
An all-prevailing plea.
3 Beyond our utmost wants,
His love and power can bless :
More than they can express. 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love: We ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above. 5 Abiding in thy faith,
Our will conformed to thine, Let us victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine. 269. THE MERCY SEAT.
L.M. Kent2Evening Hymn-Mainzer. 1 From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
"Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
The oil of gladness on our heads;
The blood-besprinkled mercy-seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend : Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.