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It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; "Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.
Dear name, the rock on which I build,

My shield and biding-place;
My never failing treas’ry fill'd

With boundless stores of grace.
Jesus my shepherd, husband, friend,

My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,

Accept the praise I bring.
Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,

I'll praise thee as I ought.
Till then I would thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath;

the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 117

Portugal New. THE gospel brings tidings to each wounded

soul, That Jesus the Saviour can make it quite


And what makes this gospel so precious to me,
It offers salvation so perfectly free.
This gospel informs' us, God sending his son
To die for poor sinners, gave all things in one;
And this makes the gospel so precious to me,
"Tis surely a gospel as full as 'tis free.
Since Jesus hath sav'd me and that freely too,
I fain would in all things my gratitude shew ;
But as for man's merit, 'tis hateful to me,
The gospel I love it, 'tis perfectly free.

FATHER of mercies, in thy word,

What endless glory shines:
For ever be thy name ador'd.

For these celestial lines.
Here may the wretched sons of want,

Exhaustless riches find,
Riches above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind.
Here the Redeemer's welcome voice.

Spreads heavenly peace around,
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound,
O may these heavenly pages be

My ever dear delight,
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light.

Divine instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,

And view my Saviour there. 119


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.
The law discovers guilt and sin,
And shews how vile our hearts have been ;
Only the gospel can express
Forgiving love and cleansing grace.
What curses doth the law denounce
Against the man that fails but once!
But in the gospel Christ appears
Pard’ning the sins of num'rous years.
My soul, no more attempt to draw
Thy life and comfort from the law;
Fly to the hope the gospel gives ;
The man who trusts the promise lives.

Ashley. SALVATION, Oh ! the joyful sound !

'Tis pleasure to our ears : A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.

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Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door, we lay,': 'Till we arose by grace divine,

To see a heavenly day. Salvation ! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound. 121

Foundling. LET everlasting glories crown

Thy head, my Saviour, ind my Lord; Tby hands have brought salvation down,

And writ the blessings in thy word. What if we trace the world around,

And search from Britain to Japan,
There shall be no religion found

So just to God, so safe for man.
In vain the trembling conscience seeks

Some solid ground to rest upon ;
With long despair the spirit breaks,

'Till we apply to Christ alone. How well thy blessed truths agree!

How wise and holy thy commands ! Thy promises how firm they be!

How firm our hope, our comfort stands ! Should all the forms that men devise,

Assault my faith with treacherous art;

I'd call them vanities and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart, 122

Ebenezer New. BLEST are the souls that hear and know

The gospels joyful sound:
Peace shall attend the path they go,

And light their steps surround.
Their joy shall bear their spirits up,

Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteousness exalts their hope,

Nor satan dares condemn.
The Lord, our glory and defence,

Strength and salvation gives:
Israel, Thy king for ever reigns;

Thy God for ever lives. 123

Acton. FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands,

My Lord, my hope, my trust: If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.
His honour is engag'd to save

The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave

His hands securely keep;
Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove
His fav’rites from his breast;


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