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4 These silken cords of love divine, 'So bind my soul to God, "And round my Saviour cling and twine, "That he sustains the load."
467. C. M. Newton.
Will ye also go away? John vi. 67. WHEN any turn from Zion's way,
numbers do! Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 'Wilt thou-forsake me too?"
2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
3 Yet, thou alone hast power, I know,
To whom, or whither could I go,
4. The help of men and angels join'd
5 No voice but thine can give me rest, And bid my fears depart;
No love but thine can make me blest,
6 What anguish has that question stirr'd,
Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,
468. C. M. Watts.
Desertion and Hope. Psalm xlii. 1–5.
ITH earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook
2 When shall I see thy courts of
Then to thy house did numbers go,
5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
469. C. M. Watts. The Saint's pilgrimage.
DEAR Lord, the path to thine abode
Lies through a
2 Our souls shall tread the desert through With undiverted feet;
And faith, and flaming zeal, subdue
3 By glimm❜ring hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road;
Through disinal deeps, and dangerous snares,
4 See the kind angels at the gates!
There Jesus the forerunner waits,
470. S. M. Hart.
F all our sins is pride
Do what we will, it haunts us still,
2 It blows its pois'nous breath, And bloats the soul with air; The heart uplifts with God's own gifts, And makes e'en grace a snare. 3 "Tis hurtful when perceiv'd;
When not perceiv'd 'tis worse; Unseen, or seen, it dwells within, And works by fraud, or force. 4 Against its influence pray, It mingles with the prayer; Against it preach, it prompts the speech; Be silent-still 'tis there.
5 This moment while I sing,
6 Exalted Son of God!
471. C. M. Hart.
HE souls that would to Jesus press,
That tribulation, more or less,
2 From this there can be none exempt, "Tis God's own wise decree; Satan the weakest saint will tempt; Nor is the strongest free.
3 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares,
4 Glad frames, too often, lift us up,
5 But let not all this terrify;
6 Though we are feeble, Christ is strong;
472. L. M. Medley.
Blessed are they which are persecuted, &c.
Their faith, and love, and zeal are true;
2 For Him they pain and death despise,
3 Prophets and saints, who're gone before,
4 Then let the suffering saints be glad,
Thus they're conform'd to Christ, their Head;
Of heavenly joys shall soon partake.
473. L. M.
The Christian race. Isa. xl. 28-31.
Let every trembling thought he gone! Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
474. L. M. Beddome. Desiring communion with God.
My rising soul, with strong desires,
To perfect happiness
With steady steps would tread the road
2 I thirst to drink unmingled love