1 DELUDED souls! that dream of heaven, 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, 3 The faith which new-creates the heart, 4 God from the curse has set us free Nor did he send his Son to be The minister of sin. HYMN 143. Christ our Refuge. 1 JESUS, Saviour of my soul, O, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee: With the shadow of thy wing. 4 HYMN 144. (III. 1.) (IV. 4.) 1 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled: 2"Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, "I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; "I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, "Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, "The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; "For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, "And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4" When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, "My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; "The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design "Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 5 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, "I will not, I will not desert to his foes; "That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, "I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake." HOPE. HYMN 145. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place: 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, (III. 1.) 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, They are happy now, and we HYMN 147. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, (c. M.) 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 4 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll JOY. HYMN 148. (c. M.) 1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil; All we can boast, till Christ we know, 2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, A hope that triumphs over death,- 3 These are the joys which satisfy Which make the spirit mount on high, H 4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot, HYMN 149. (s. M.) 1 COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, 3 The God of heaven is ours, His care shall guard life's fleeting hours, 4 There shall we see his face, 5 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, 6 Children of grace have found Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 7 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're trav❜lling through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. LOVE. HYMN 150. (III. 3.) 1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows; For the pard'ning grace that saves me, 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, HYMN 151. 1 LORD, my God, I long to know, Do I love thee, Lord, or no? 2 Could my heart so hard remain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 When I turn mine eyes within, O how dark, and vain, and wild. Can I deem myself thy child? (HII. 1.) |