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HYMN 61. C. M. Bedford. [*]

Lively Hope and gracious Fear.

I WAS a grovelling creature once,

And basely cleaved to earth;

I wanted spirit to renounce

The clod that gave me birth.

-2 But God has breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above,

Wings such as clothe an angel's form,—
The wings of joy and love.

o 3 With these, to Pisgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand;
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

o 4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me ;-

The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.

-5 How glorious is my privilege!
To thee for help I call;

e I stand upon a mountain's edge, lest I fall!

O save me,

-6 Though much exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own;

e Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down.

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COWPER.

HYMN 62. L. P. M. Sheffield. [*]

Assurance. Jer. xxxi. 3.

JESUS, I know, hath died for me,

This is my hope, my joy, my rest!

Hither, when hell assails, 1 flee,

And look into my Saviour's breast:

o Away, sad doubts, and anxious fear

e Mercy is all that's written there.

2 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, e Though strength, and health, and friends, be gone; Though joys be withered all, and dead,

And every comfort be withdrawn;

g Steadfast on this my soul relies

Father thy mercy never dies.

-3 Fixed on this rock will I remain,
e When heart shall fail, and flesh decay ;-
g A rock which shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away! 8 Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love!

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LYNDALL.

HYMN 63. L. M. Psalm 97th. [b]
Christ, the Believer's Ark. 1 Pet. iii. 20, 21.

THE

HE deluge, at the Almighty's call,
In what impetuous streams it fell!
Swallowed the mountains in its rage,
And swept a guilty world to hell.

2 In vain the tallest sons of pride
Fled from the close pursuing wave;
Nor could their mightiest towers defend,
Nor swiftness 'scape, nor courage save.

e 3 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar!
How shrill the universal cry-
Of millions in the last despair-
Re-echoed from the lowering sky.
e 4 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint,
Surrounded with the chosen few,
Sat in his ark, secure from fear,
And
sang the grace

that steered him through.

• 5 So may I sing, in Jesus safe,

While storms of vengeance round me fall;
Conscious how high my hopes are fixed,
Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.
-6 Enter thine ark, while patience waits,
Nor ever quit that sure retreat;

o Then the wide flood that buries earth,
Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

s 7 Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen;
There not a wave of trouble rolls;
But the bright rainbow round the throne,
Seals endless life to all their souls.

HYMN 64. 8 & 7.

DODDRIDGE.

Emmaus. [*]

Christ, a Friend closer than a Brother.
NE there is, above all others,

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His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end

Prov. xviii. 24.

Friend;

They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

e 2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could, or would have shed their blood?

o But our Jesus died to have us

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Reconciled in him to God:
This is boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a Friend in need.

e 3 When he lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
-Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same:

Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

e 4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often,

What a Friend we have above :

But when home our souls are brought,
We will love thee as we ought.

NEWTON.

HYMN 65. C. M. St. Ann's. Mear. [b]

Manna, or Daily Supply. Exod. xvi. 18.

MANNA to Israel well supplied
want of other bread;

While God is able to provide,

His people will be fed.

2 Of his kind care, how sweet a proof!
It suited every taste:

Who gathered most had just enough,
Enough who gathered least.

o 3 'Tis still our gracious Lord provides,
Our comforts and our cares;

His own unerring hand provides,

And gives us each our shares.

e 4 He knows how much the weak can bear, And helps them when they cry;

o The strongest have no strength to spare, For such he'll strongly try.

-5 Daily they saw the manna come,
And cover all the ground;

But what they tried to keep at home,
Corrupted soon was found.

e 6 Vain their attempts to store it up;
This was to tempt the Lord:
o Israel must live by faith and hope,
And not upon a hoard.

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HYMN 66. C. M.

JOY

NEWTON.

York. [*]

Joys of Saints. Neh. ix. 10.

is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil;

e All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.

-2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known;

o There fruits of heavenly joy and peace, Are found-and there alone.

e 3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pardoning love,-
o A hope that triumphs over death,
Gives joys like those above.

-4 To take a glimpse within the vail, To know that God is mine

o Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakable, divine.

-5 These are the joys which satisfy,

And sanctify the mind;

o Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.

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HYMN 67. C. M.

Ο

Walking with God.

Hymn 2d. [*]

Gen. v. 24.

H! for a closer walk with God,A calm and heavenly frame; And light to shine upon the road,

That leads me to the Lamb!

e 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

-3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!

e But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill.

-4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be-

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,—
Calm and serene my frame;

o And purer light shall mark the road,

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That leads me to the Lamb.

COWPER.

HYMN 68. C. M. Abridge. [*]
Light shining out of Darkness.

GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

o 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ;
The clouds ye so much dread,

A big with mercy, and shall break
With blessings on your head.

-4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
e Behind a frowning providence
O He hides a smiling face.
-5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
e 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
o God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

COWPER.