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3 And well I kpow thy tender love,
Thou never canst unfaithful prove;
Pleased from myself to set me free 4. Still will I watch and labour still
To banish every thought of ill;
And sav'st me from the fowler's snare. 5 Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell :
Leads me, where peace and safety reign. 6 One only care my soul shall kaow,
Father, all thy commands to do;
Hymn 95. L. M,
give you a heart of flesh. Ezek. xxxvi. 26. 10 FOR a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn heart away; And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine! 2 The rocks can rend; the carth can quake:
The seas can roar; the mountains shake; or feeling all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt;
Sanctification of Believers, &c. 87 4 Thy judgments too, unmoved I hear,
(Amazing thought!) which devils fear,
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
And that blest something much I need,
ON THE SANCTIFICATION OF BE: LIEVERS, AND GOSPEL PERFEC
cation. i Thess. iv. 3.
CEAVENLY Father, Sovereign Lord!
Ever faithful to thy word!
Bud and blossom as the rose. 2 Ye that tremble at his frown,
He shall list your hands cast down;
Ye of fearful hearts, be strong,
Jesus is unchangeable.
Quell your foes, and seal their doom;
for thee our tongues employ: Lame; and lo! we leap for joy 4 Faint we were, and parcb'd with drought
Water at thy word gush'd out:
Fix the Spirit in our soul.
Open for thyself a way;
Till he feels the cleansing bloods 6 Jesus, mighty to redeem,
Let onr lot be cast with them;
Leave us not below to mourn,
Far above these nether skies.
Wipe the tears from every face!
Hymn 97. P. M.
is poured into thy lips. Psalm xlv. 2. 1
JESUS, source of calm repose,
Fairest among ten thousand fair!
Fiud light and life if thon appear. 2 Renew thine image, Lord, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms but these to thee are dear:
But faith and heaven-born peace be there
A heart that po desire can move,
Christ Jesus. Phil. ii. 5.
Firmly grounded upon thee?
Never in thy wounds reside? 3 O how wav'ring is my mind!
Toss'd abcut with every wind!
From the living God derart! 3 Jesus, let my pature feel,
Thou art God unchangeable;
Speak unto my soul thy name. 4 Grant that every moment, I
May believe and feel thee nigh;
'Stablish'd with abiding grace. 5 Plant, and root, and fix in me,
All the mind that was in thee;
Jesu's is a quiet mind.
Always even, always still: