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3 Barren although my soul 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 see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust,

And glory that he dy'd for me, 4 In hope believing against hope

Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Jelus, my strength, shall lift me up,

Salvation is in Jesu's name :
To me he foon shall bring it nigh,

My soul shall then out-strip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,

And leave the world and fin behind.

HYMN CLXXVIII.,
IF to Jesus for relief

My soul has filed by pray'r;
Why should I give way to grief,

Or heart-consuming care ?
Are not all things in his hand ?
Has he not his promise paft?
Will he then regardless stand,

And let me fink at laft?
While I know his providence

Disposes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble sense,

And yield to discontent?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array ;
Can he see a child in need,

And turn his eyes away

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3 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-seat I know,
Now by grace am reconcil'd;
Would he spare me while a foe,

To leave me when a child ? 4 If he all my wants supply'd

When I disdain'd to pray ;
Now bis Spirit is my guide,

How can he fay me nay
If he would not give me up
When my soul against him fought,
Will he disappoint the hope

Which he himfelf has wrought? 5 If he shed 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 rests well assurd,
In that great redemption-price

I see the whole fecur'd.

HYMN CLXXIX.

I

GOD

moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. . Deep in unfathomable mines,

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works bis soy'reign will,

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence

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 flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

HYMN CLXXX. 1 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 stand before thy face,

And hear thee fay, “ Be ftill!"
3 “ Be ftill, and know that I am God !"

'Tis all I live to know ;
To feel the virtue of thy blood,

And spread its praise below. 4 I wait my vigour to renew,

Thine image to retrieve :
The veil of outward things pass through,

And gasp in thee to live,

5 I work and own the labour vain :

And thus from works I cease :
I ftrive and see my fruitless pain,

Till God create my peace.
6 Fruitless, till thou thyself impart,

Must all my efforts prove :
They cannot change a sinful heart,

They cannot purchase love.
7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin,

And then the strife give o'er ;
To thee I then the whole retign,

And trust in means no more.
2 I trust in him who ftands between

The Father's wrath and me :
Jesu, thou great eternal Mean,

I look for all from thee.

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HYMN CLXXXI.

PART THE FIRST.

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SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God fupplies,

Through his eternal Son:
Strong in the Lord of Horts,

And in his mighty pow'r,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.
Stand then in his great might,

With all his strength 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 stand entire at last.

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Stand then against your foes,

In close and firm array,
Legions of wily fiends oppose

Throughout the evil day ;
Bat meet the fons of night,

But mock their vain design,
Arm'd in the arms of heav'nly light,

Of righteousness divine.
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Leave no unguarded place,

No weakness of the soul;
Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,

And fortify the whole i
Indisiolubly join’d,

To battle all proceed;
But arm yourselves with all the mind,

That was in Christ your Head,

HYMN CLXXXII.

PART THE SECOND,

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But above all, lay hold

On faith's victorious fhield,
Arm'd with that adamant and gold,

You're sure to win the field;
If faith surround your heart,

Satan fall be fubdued;
Repeli'd his ev'ry fiery dart,

And quench'd with Jesu's blood. 2 Jesus hath died for you!

What can his love withstand ?
Believe! hold fast your shield, and who

Shall pluck you from his hand ?
Believe that Jesus reigns,

All pow'r to him is giv'n;
Believe, till freed from sin's remains,

Believe yourselves to heav'n.

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