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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.

(C. M.)

HYMN 141.

Rom. viii. 31-34. 1 0 LET triumphant faith dispel

The fears of guilt and wol
If God be for us, God the Lord,

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.
4 And he who died hath ris'n again,

Triumphant from the grave:
At God's right hand for us he pleads,

Omnipotent to save.

(C. M.)

HYMN 142.

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.

(IIL 1.)

HYMN 143.

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.

HYMN 144.

(IV. 4.) I 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,

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled :
2 “ Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

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.”

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 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.

(IIL 1.)

HYMN 146.
1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,

As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are trav'ling home to God

In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,

Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,

Christ conducts us to our home. 4 Lord, obediently we'll go,

Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

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3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav'n, my all :
4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul

Shall find eternal rest;
Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll

Across my peaceful breast.

JOY.

(C. M.)

HYMN 148.
1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's bai ren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,

Is vanity and toil.
2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,

A sense of pard’ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,

Give joys like those above.
3 These are the joys which satisfy

And purify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,

And leave the world behind.
4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,

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,
But children of the heav'nly King

May speak their joys abroad. 3 The God of heav'n is ours,

Our Father and our love;
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours,

Then waft our souls above. 4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in,

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5 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create. 6 Children of grace have found

Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow. 7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're trav'ling through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

LOVE.
HYMN 150.

(IIL &) 1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pard’ning grace that saves me,

And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavour;

This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never

Can my love be warm’d to praise.
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wand'rer, far astray :
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee

From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

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;

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