3 Barren although my foul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear;
No fruit of all my toil or pain,
But fin, and only fin is here;
Although my gifts and comforts loft,
My blooming hopes cut off I fee,
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me.
4 In hope believing against hope,
Jefus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Jelus, my ftrength, fhall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jefu's name:
To me he foon fhall bring it nigh,
My foul fhall then out-ftrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and fin behind.
to Jefus for relief
My foul has fled by pray'r;
Why fhould I give way to grief,
Or heart-confuming care?
Are not all things in his hand ?
Has he not his promife paft?
Will he then regardless ftand,
And let me fink at laft?
While I know his providence
Difpofes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble sense,
And yield to difcontent?
If he worms and fparrows feed,
Clothe the grafs in rich array;
Can he fee a child in need,
And turn his eyes away?
When his name was quite unknown,
And fin my life employ'd,
Then he watch'd me as his own,
Or I had been destroy'd:
Now his mercy-feat I know,
Now by grace am reconcil'd;
Would he fpare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child?
If he all my wants fupply'd
When I difdain'd to pray;
Now his Spirit is my guide,
How can he fay me nay;
If he would not give me up
When my foul against him fought,
Will he disappoint the hope
Which he himfelf has wrought?
If he fhed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold,
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will withhold?
Satan, vain is thy device!
Here my hope refts well affur'd,
In that great redemption-price
I fee the whole fecur'd.
HYMN CLXXIX.
Gon moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the fea,
And rides upon the form.
Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never-failing skill,
He treafures up his bright defigns,
And works his fov'reign will.
3 Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye fo much dread
Are big with mercy, and fhall break
In bleffings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But truft him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a fmiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen faft,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But fweet will be the flow'r.
6 Blind unbelief is fure to err,
And fcan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
HYMN CLXXX.
STILL
TILL for thy loving-kindness, Lord,
I in thy temple wait:
I look to find thee in thy word,
Or at thy table meet.
2 Here in thine own appointed ways
I wait to learn thy will:
Silent I ftand before thy face,
And hear thee fay, "Be ftill!"
"Be ftill, and know that I am God!"
'Tis all I live to know;
To feel the virtue of thy blood,
And spread its praife below.
I wait my vigour to renew,
Thine image to retrieve :
The veil of outward things pafs through,
And gafp in thee to live,"
5 I work and own the labour vain :
And thus from works I cease:
I ftrive and fee my fruitless pain,
Till God create my peace.
6 Fruitless, till thou thyfelf impart,
Muft all my efforts prove:
They cannot change a finful heart,
They cannot purchase love.
7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin,
And then the ftrife give o'er;
To thee I then the whole refign,
And truft in means no more.
3 I truft in him who ftands between.
The Father's wrath and me:
Jefu, thou great eternal Mean,
I look for all from thee.
PART THE FIRST.
SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And put your armour on,
Strong in the ftrength which God fupplies,
Through his eternal Son:
Strong in the Lord of Hofts,
And in his mighty pow'r,
Who in the strength of Jefus trufts,
Is more than conqueror.
Stand then in his great might,
With all his ftrength endu'd,
But take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome through Chrift alone,
And ftand entire at laft.
Stand then against your foes,
In close and firm array,
Legions of wily fiends oppofe
Throughout the evil day;
But meet the fons of night,
But mock their vain defign,
Arm'd in the arms of heav'nly light,
Of righteousness divine.
4 Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the foul;
Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,
And fortify the whole;
Indiffolubly join'd,
To battle all proceed;
But arm yourselves with all the mind,
That was in Chrift your Head.
UT above all, lay hold
On faith's victorious fhield,
Arm'd with that adamant and gold,
You're fure to win the field;
If faith furround your heart,
Satan fhall be fubdued;
Repell'd his ev'ry fiery dart,
And quench'd with Jefu's blood.
2 Jefus hath died for you!
What can his love withftand ? Believe! hold faft your fhield, and who Shall pluck you from his hand? ` Believe that Jefus reigns,
All pow'r to him is giv'n;
Believe, till freed from fin's remains,
Believe yourselves to heav'n.
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