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140 2 Timothy i, 12. (c.m.)
1 WHEN I can read my title clear,

To mansions in the skies ;
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurl'd ;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav'n, my all! 4 There I shall bathe my troubled soul

In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

141 Psalm lxxii, 19. (P. M.)
1 WE give immortal praise

To God the Father's love;
For all our comforts here,

And better hopes above :
He sent his own eternal Son
To die for sins that man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood,

From everlasting woe:
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit's name

Immortal worship give,
Whose new creating pow'r

Makes the dead sinner live :
His work completes the great design,

And fills the soul with joy divine. 4 Almighty God, to thee

Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,

And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails and love adores !

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1 JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,

He, whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue

The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went,

The road that leads from banishment,
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go ; for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,

And mourn'd because I found it not,
My grief and burden long has been,

Because I could not cease from sin. 4 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,

Shalt take me to thee as I am:
My sinful self to thee I give;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

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1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

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

And works his sov'reign will. 3 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour ;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r. 4 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

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

And he will make it plain.

144 Philippians iii, 10. (7's.)
1 GO to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's pow'r,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraign'd:
O the wormwood and the gall,
O the pangs his soul sustain'd :
Shun not suff'ring, shame, or loss,

Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb,

There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete ;
" It is finished,” hear him cry,
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

145 Isaiah xxii, 2. (c.m.)
1 HE, who on earth, as man was known,

And bore our sins and pains,
Now seated on the eternal throne,

The Lord of glory reigns.
2 His righteousness to faith reveal'd,

Wrought out for guilty worms;
Affords a hiding place and shield

From enemies and storms.

3 This land through which his pilgrims go,

Is desolate and dry ;
But streams of grace from him o'erflow,

Their thirst to satisfy.
4 How glorious he! how happy they,

In such a glorious friend;
Whose love secures them all the way,

And crowns them at the end.

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1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word,

And brings the truth to light;
Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.
2 A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun ;
It gives a light to ev'ry age,

It gives, but borrows none.
3 The God who gave it, still supplies

The gracious light and heat:
His truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.
4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heav'nly day.

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