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Embraces all the blessings there,
And here enjoys the promises. 4 By faith a steady course we steer,
Through ruffling storms and swelling seas, O’ercome the world, keep down our fear,
And still possess our souls in peace. 5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd; By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.
Rom. viii. 31-34. 1 0 LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and wol
Who, who shall be our foe? 2 He who his only Son gave up
To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant,
That boundless love can give! 3 Who now his people shall accuse?
'Tis God hath justifi'd : Who now his people shall condemn?
The Lamb of God hath died.
Triumphant from the grave:
Omnipotent to save.
Dead Faith. 1 DELUDED souls! that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiving
While they are slaves to lust! 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
If faith be cold and dead; None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ, the living Head. 8 The faith which new-creates the heart
And works by active love, Will bid all sinful joys depart,
And lift the thoughts above.
4 God from the curse has set us free
To make us pure within; Nor did he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.
Christ our Refuge. 1 JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly, While the waves of trouble roll,
While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide;
0, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee: Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my hope from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
(IV. 4.) I HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word !
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled :
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; " I'll sti engthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to
stand, 6 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 “ When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; « For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
" And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4.“ When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
“My grace all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 66 The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
“ Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. 5 66 The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,
“ I will not, I will not desert to his foes; “ That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, “ I'll never-no, never--no, never forsake.”
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 nioun, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above. 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour will return,
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.
As we journey, let us sing;
Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are trav'ling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Christ conducts us to our home. 4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heav'n, my all :
Shall find eternal rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
In nature's bai ren soil;
Is vanity and toil.
A sense of pard’ning love,
Give joys like those above.
And purify the mind;
And leave the world behind.
0, thou who art the Lord's, Resign to those who know him not, Sušil joy as earth affords.
HYMN 149, 1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God,
May speak their joys abroad. 3 The God of heav'n is ours,
Our Father and our love;
Then waft our souls above. 4 There shall we see his face,
And never, never sin;
Drink endless pleasures in,
5 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create. 6 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:
From faith and hope may grow. 7 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
To fairer worlds on high.
(IIL &) 1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows;
And the peace that from it flows:
This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warm’d to praise.
Wretched wand'rer, far astray :
From the paths of death away;
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express : Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's pray’r to bless : Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's puro flame within me raise ; And, since words can never measure, Let ny life show forth thy praise. HYMN 151.
(IIL 2.) 1 LORD, my God, I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;