I 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counfel and his care, Preferves us fafe from fin and death, 3 He will present our fouls 4 Then all the chofen feed 5 To our redeeming GOD HYMN 154 PLEADING THE COVENANT. LORD my GOD, whose fov'reign love Is ftill the fame, nor e'er can move; Look to the covenant, and fee For once thy love was fhewn to me :: Remember, O my dearest friend, And love me alway to the end.. 2 Be with me still, as heretofore, 3 O lead me by thy gracious hand, And guide me fafe to Canaan's land. I need not fay, for well thou know'st, How I, without thy help, am lost; Thou know'ft how apt I am to err, But thou canst make me persevere : Be then my light, and let me fee That I have yet my lot in thee. 4 O take me up above the fkies, Translate me to thy paradife; Then fhall I reft from ev'ry woe, From all the troubles here below; Grant this, my LORD, and kindly say, "Come my Redeemed; come away.” GOD'S OMNIPRESENCE. LORD, all I am is known to thee; In vain my foul would try To fhun thy prefence, or to flee 2 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys My public walks, my private ways, 3 My thoughts lie open to thee, LORD, Before they're form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high, 5 So let thy grace furround me ftill, HYMN I BLE LESS, O my foul, the living God; Let all the pow'rs within me join, 2 Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace, 3 'Twas he, my foul, that fent his Son 4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years; He fatisfies our foul with good, And fills our mouth with heav'nly food. 5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs, Let the whole earth adore his grace; May all our pow'rs within us join, In work and worship fo divine! HYMN 157. SIGHT OF GOD AND CHRIST IN HEAVEN. Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove, 2 O for a fight, a pleafing fight, HYMN 158. THE BEGGAR. I ENCOURAG'D by thy word poor, Behold a beggar, LORD, No hand, no heart, O LORD, but thine, 2 The beggar's usual plea Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee, I know thou would'ft difdain: And those which move thy gracious ear, Are fuch as men wou'd fcorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say, That tho' I now am poor, Thou know'ft that from my very birth, 4 Nor can I dare profefs, As beggars often do, My faults have been but few. If thou fhould't leave my foul to ftarve, It wou'd be what I well deferve. |