6 Goodness and mercy shall to me,
Through all my life extended be;
And when my pilgrimage is o'er,
I'll dwell with Thee for evermore.
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
1 JESUS my Shepherd lives,
Jehovah is His name:
Since He is mine, and I am His,
I shall not suffer shame.
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows;
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy name.
4 While He affords His aid,
I cannot want or fear:
Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
THE SAINT'S REST: THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
1 THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men and worms, and beasts and birds:
He raised the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling-place.
2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:
Who shall ascend that blessed abode,
And dwell so near his Maker, God?
3 He who abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean;
Him shall the Lord, the Saviour, bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.
4 These are the men, the pious race,
Who seek the God of Jacob's face:
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.
5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He.
6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
7 Raised from the dead, He goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give His saints a blessed abode
Near their Redeemer, and their God.
WAITING FOR PARDON AND DIRECTION.
1 I LIFT my soul to God,
My trust is in His name;
Let not my. foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.
2 Sin, and the powers of hell
Persuade me to despair:
Lord, make me know Thy covenant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.
3 From the first dawning light,
Till the dark evening rise,
For Thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes.
4 Remember all Thy grace,
And lead me in Thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn His ways;
And every humble sinner find
The blessings of His grace.
6 For His own goodness' sake,
He saves my soul from shame;
He pardons, though my guilt be great,
Through my Redeemer's name.
COVENANT BLESSINGS.
1 WHERE shall the man be found,
That fears t' offend his God,
That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod ?
2 The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of His heart;
The wonders of His covenant show,
And all his love impart.
3 The dealings of His hand
Are truth and mercy still,
With such as in His covenant stand,
And love to do His will.
4 Their souls shall dwell at ease
Before their Maker's face:
Their seed shall taste the promises
In their extensive grace.
DISTRESS OF SOUL.
1 MINE eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord:
I love to plead His promises,
And rest upon His word.
2 Turn, turn Thee to my soul;
Bring Thy salvation near:
When will Thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dangerous ways,
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes; my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light,
My grief anew begins:
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh! keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame:
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait,
To see Thy face again:
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.
THE CHRISTIAN'S APPEAL TO GOD.
1 JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon Thy promise stays,
Nor from Thy law my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies:
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.
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