8 Thus I, who once my wretched days

In vain repining spent ;

Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.

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HYMN 74. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii, 14.

THE

Cowper.

HE saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;

For when they least expect his aid,

The Saviour will appear.

2 This Abrah'm found: he rais'd the knife, God saw, and said, 'Forbear;

'Yon ram shall yield his meaner life:

'Behold the victim there.'

→3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; But hark! the foe's at hand:

d

-Saul turns his arms another way,

To save the invaded land.

4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, He thought to rise no more;

o But God prepar'd a fish, to save,

And bear him to the shore.

-5 Blest proofs of power and grace divine,
That meet us in his word!

May ev'ry deep felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord.
6 Wait for his seasonable aid,
And though it tarry, wait :

The promise may be long delay'd;
But cannot come too late.

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HYMN 75. H. M. Allerton. [*]

The Lord, my Banner. Exod. xvii, 15.
Y whom was David taught
To aim the dreadful blow,

By whom the

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When he Goliah fought,

And laid the Gittite low?

-No sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
0 2 'Twas Israel's God and King,
Who sent him to the fight;

Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright:

Cowper.

-Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.
e 3 Who order'd Gideon forth,
To storm th' invader's camp,
With arms of little worth,

e

A pitcher and a lamp?

The trumpets made his coming known;
And all the host was overthrown.

4 Oh! I have seen the day,
When, with a single word-
God helping me to say,

'My trust is in the Lord,'

o My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
e 5 But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness and pride-
How often do they steal
My weapons from my side!

o Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend,
Will help his servant to the end.

e

'H

Cowper.

EAL us, EMMANUEL;-here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch:

Deep wounded souls to thee repair ;
And, Saviour, we are such.
-2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust thy word;

e But wilt thou pity us the less?-
Be that far from thee, Lord!

d

3 Remember him who once applied, With trembling, for relief;

d 'Lord, I believe," with tears he cried; 'O help my unbelief.'

-4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the press,
And healing virtues stole,

d Was answer'd, 'Daughter, go in peace;
'Thy faith hath made thee whole.'
-5 Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throng,
She would have shunn'd thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had some misgivings too.

6 Like her with hopes and fears. we come, To touch thee, if we may; e Oh! send us not despairing homeSend none unheal'd away.

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HYMN 77. L. M. Armley. [*]

Cowper.

The Lord send Peace. Judg. vi, 24.
ESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd
To satisfy the law's demand-

JESUS,

o By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face we stand.
-2 To reconcile offending man,

Make justice drop her angry rod!

e What creature would have form'd the plan ? Or who fulfil it, but-a God?

-3 No drop remains of all the curse,
For wretches who deserv'd the whole;
No arrows, dipt in wrath, to pierce
The guilty, but returning soul.

e 4 Peace, by such means, so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hop'd to see?

p Peace-by his injur'd Sovereign wroughtHis Sovereign fasten'd to the tree!

5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare ; For strife with earth and hell begins; Confirm and gird me for the war; They hate the soul who hates his sins. e 6 Let them in horrid league agree! They may assault, they may distress; o But cannot quench thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord, my peace.

Cowper.

HYMN 78. C. M. Hymn 2d. Sunday. [*] Thankfulness for Providential Goodness. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; o Transported with the view, I'm lost

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In wonder, love, and praise.

-2 Thy providence my life sustain❜d,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay;
Or hung upon the breast

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

e 4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

o Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.

5 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face;

e And when in sin and sorrow sunk, Reviv'd my soul with grace.

o 6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;

e Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 7 Through ev'ry period of my life, Thy goodness I'll pursue;

o And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.

0 8 Through all eternity-to thee A grateful song I'll raise ;

e For oh, eternity's too short, To utter all thy praise.

Addison.

HYMN 79. C. M. Swanwick. [*]

Encouragement to trust and love God. Ps. xxxiv.

THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

THROUGH

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

o 2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
o 3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Protection he affords to all,

Who make his Name their trust. -4 O make but trial of his love,Experience will decide,

How bless'd are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

e 5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear:

o Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.

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Tate.

HYMN 80. 8 & 7. Love Divine. [*]
Grateful Recollection. 1 Sam. vii, 12.
OME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

COM

Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

o Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
o Praise, the mount,-I'm fix'd upon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.

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-2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ;

Hither by thine help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.

e Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
o He, to rescue me from danger,

Interpos'd with precious blood.
e 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
-Let that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
o Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it—
Prone to leave the God I love-
d Here's my heart-O take and seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.

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Robinson,

HYMN 81. Ss. Consolation. [*]
Excellencies of Christ.

HOW

OW shall I my Saviour set forth?
How shall I his beauties declare?
Oh how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
2 His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace :-
No! this is a myst'ry unknown.