Hymn 279. L. M.
That the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Cor. xii. 9.
LET me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day,"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
2 Iglory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
3 I can do all things, or can bear
All suff'rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains:
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.
5 So Samson, when his strength was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost:
Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise;
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.
Hymn 280. P. M.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. Psa, cxxi. 1.
To the bills I lift mine eyes,
The everlasting hills,
Streaming thence in fresh supplies,
My soul the Spirit feels:
Will he not his help afford?
Help, while yet I ask, is given:
God comes down; the God and Lord
That made both earth and heaven.
2 Faithful soul, pray! always pray,
And still in God confide;
He thy feeble steps shall stay,
Nor suffer thee to slide;
Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in him, securely rest;
Thy Watchman never sleeps.
3 See the Lord, thy Keeper stand,
Omnipotently near;
Lo! he holds thee by thy hand,
And banishes thy fear:
Shadows with his wings thy head;
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee, and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.
Hyın 281. P. M.
Who comforteth us in all our tribulation. 2 Cor. i. 4.
1 ET God who comforts the distrest;
Let Israel's Consolation hear;
Hear, Holy Ghost, our joint request,
And show thyself the Comforter:
And let the vanquish'd rebels find
Pardon in Christ for all mankind.
2 We weep for those who weep below,
And burthen'd for th' afflicted, sigh;
The various forms of human wo,
Excite our softest sympathy;
Fill every heart with mournful care,
And draw out all our souls in prayer.
3 Father of everlasting love,
To every soul thy Son reveal,
Our guilt and suff'rings to remove;
Our deep orig'nal wound to heal :
And bid the fallen race arise,
And turn our earth to paradise.
4 Our mourning days shall quickly end,
And time commence eternity:
Our spotless souls soon shall ascend,
And face to face the Saviour see:
While not one plaintive groan or sigh,
Is beard in all the joyous sky.
Hymn 282. P. M.
O Lord, correct me, but with judgment; not sa thine anger, lest thou bring me to nothing Jer. x. 24.
1F For all that I have done,
ATHER, if thou must reprove,"
Not in anger, but in love,
Chastise thine humbled son!
Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity!
Bring me not to nothing, Lord!
But bring me home to thee.
2 True and faithful as thou art,
To all thy church and me;
Give a new believing heart,
That knows and cleaves to thee.
Freely our backslidings heal,
And by thy balmy blood restor❜d,
Grant that every soul may feel,
Thou art our pard'ning Lord.
3 Might we now with pure desire,
Thine only love request;
Now with willing heart entire,
Return to Christ our rest:
When we our whole hearts resign,
O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine
Through all eternity.
Except ye be converted and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Luke xviii. 3.
MAY my thoughts be humble stir,
And all my carriage mild:
Contented with thy gracious will;
Submissive as a child.
2 The patient soul, the humble mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd
And trust a faithful Lord.
Hymn 284. S. M.
O spare me that I may recover strength before I go hence. Psal. xxxix. 13.
SEE, Lord, with pity see,
The object of thy love,
And help his soul's infirmity,
And all his griefs remove..
2 Support the tott'ring clay
That weighs the spirit down,
And lead him through this thorny way
To that eternal crown.
3 Yet now in life detain
His soul for Zion's sake;
In mercy raise him up again,
Aud to his friends give back. -
4 In answer to our cry,
Thy feeble servant raise,
And send him forth to testify
The gospel of thy grace.
Hymn 285.
But the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us.
REGARD thy faithful ones,
Who all his burden bear,
And hear in us the earnest groans;
The Spirit's silent prayer.
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