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. HEN W Alas! what numbers do! turn from Zion's way, Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 2 Ah. Lord! with such a heart as mine, I feel I must, I shall decline, 3 Yet, thou alone hast power, I know, 4. The help of men and angels join'd 5 No voice but thine can give me rest, No love but thine can make me blest, 6 What anguish has that question stirr'd, Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, I humbly answer-No! 468. C. M. Watts. Desertion and Hope. Psalm xlii. 1–5. WITH earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, Then to thy house did numbers go, 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far! Why do my thoughts indulge despair, 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 horrid land; Yet, we would keep the heavenly road, 2 Our souls shall tread the desert through And faith, and flaming zeal, subdue 3 By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears, Through disinal deeps, and dangerous snares, We make our way to God. 4 See the kind angels at the gates! There Jesus the forerunner waits, 470. S. M. Hart. all our sins is pride Do what we will, it haunts us still. And bloats the soul with air; 3 "Tis hurtful when perceiv'd; 5 This moment while I sing, 6 Exalted Son of God! Destroy this haughty foe! Remove our pride, whate'er betide. 471. C. M. Hart. Tribulation. HE souls that would to Jesus press, That tribulation, more or less, They must and shall endure. 2 From this there can be none exempt, 3 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares, 4 Glad frames, too often, lift us up, 5 But let not all this terrify; Look to the Lord with steadfast eye, 6 Though we are feeble, Christ is strong; We shall be conquerors all, ere long, 472. L. M. Medley. Blessed are they which are persecuted, &c. LEST are the souls whose suff'rings show B Their faith, and love, and zeal are true; Who for their Saviour yield their breath, 2 For Him they pain and death despise, 4 Then let the suffering saints be glad, Of heavenly joys shall soon partake. 473. L. M. Walls. The Christian race. Isa. xl. 28-31. AWAKE, our souls, away, our fears, 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new, and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 474. L. M. Beddome. Desiring communion with God. My rising soul, with strong desires, To perfect happiness aspires! With steady steps would tread the road 2 I thirst to drink unmingled love |