HYMN 244 HEBREWS vii, 25 A Dawn of hope my soul.revives, And banishes despair; To plead his potent pray'ı, My fullen doubts remove; O send a ray of heav'nly light, : wit ers. And lead me to thy love. THE law commands and makes us know What duties to our God we owe; But 'tis the gospel must reveal Where lies our strength to do his will. 2 The law discovers guilt and sin, And shews how vile our hearts have been; M HYMN 246. THE SAINTS DELIVERANCE AT DE A T H. RE v. xxi. 4. HRIST's own soft hand shall wipe the tears From ev'ry weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself shall die. 2 How long, dear Saviour, o how long, Shall this bright hour delay ? And bring the welcome day. HYMN 247 THE SAIN T'S SAFETY IN GOD. I He that has made his refuge Gop, Shall find a most secure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Thrice happy man, thy maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan the fowler, who betrays Unguarded fouls a thousand ways. 3 What tho' a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand a thousand dy'd, HY M N 248. My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the reninant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; New works of duty done for thee. 3 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds ? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; 249. THE. EVERLASTING COVENANT. 2 S AM. xxiii. 5. 1 THY Hy word, O God, supports my faith, From thence iny hope doth 1pring; Founded alone on what God faith, My soul, adore and fing. 2 Thy word is truth, thy promife fure, Hence faith and hope abide : My foul in safety shall endure Nought can from Christ divide. HY M N 250. TO THE TRINITY. I B Less'd be the FATHER, and his love, To whose celestial fource we owe And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of GOD, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying fouls. 3 We give thee, SACRED SPIRIT, praises Who.in our hearts of fin and woe Mak'st living springs of grace arise, And into endless glory flow. H Y M N 251. COMFORT FOR MOURNER S. 1 WHere are the mourners, fays the LORD, 2 The fofteft couch that nature knows, Can give the conscience no repose : 1 LO ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thy hand; Let me within thy courts be feen, Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2. There grow thy faints in faith and love, Bleft with thy influence from above; Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 3 Laden with fruits of age, they shew The Lord is holy, just and true : H Y M N 253 FREE GRACE, was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room ; When thousands make a wretched choices And rather starve than come ? WHY |