2 God lov' the world, and gave his Son

To drink the cup of wrath ;
And Jesus says he'll cast out none
That come to him by faith.

174. S. M. Epis. Coll.
Who hath hardened himself, and prospered ?

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end ?
? The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake.
Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God!
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.
175. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Dobell's Selection,

God reasoning with men. Isa. i. 18.
YE sin-sick souls, draw

near,
And banquet with your King,
His royal bounties share,
And loud hosannas sing :
Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds,

Here's balm to heal your bleeding wounds. 2 But may a soul like mine,

All stain'd with guilt and blood,
Approach the throne of grace,

And converse hold with God?
Yes! Jesus calls-come, sinners, come,
In mercy's arms there yet is room.

176. L. M. Epis. Coll.

Heaven seen by faith.
A

The height of some commanding hill,

His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still:2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views

By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.

177. C. M. Relief Hymns.

Joy a grace of the Spirit. W

HERE Christ the Lord has planted grace,

And made his glory known, There fruits of heavenly joy and peace

Are found, and there alone.
2 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,

A sense of pardoning love,
A hope which triumphs over death,

Give joys like those above.
3 To take a glimpse within the vail,

To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy which never fail,

Refreshing and divine.
4 These are the joys which satisfy,

And purify the mind;
That make our spirits mount on high,

And leave the world behind.

178. L. M. Walts.

None but Christ.
I ;

IN vain the trembling conscience seeks
With long despair the spirit breaks,

Till we apply to Christ alone.
2 Should all the forms that men devise,

Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.

179. S. M.

Perfection.
ERFECTION here below,-

please

Is not to be attain'd unto,

Except in small degrees. 2 By faith we trust the Lord,

By love we do his will, By_hope we wait to be restor'd,

But are imperfect still. 3 The nearest, best approach

To sweet perfection we Attain to in this lower church, Is deep humility :

we ought to say, That patience is the crown; When patience has her perfect work,

The graces all are grown.

4 Except

180. 7's. Dobell's Selection. Compel them to come in. Luke xiv. 23. L ORD, how large thy bounties are!

Tender, gracious, sinner's friend; What a feast dost thou prepare,

And what invitations send! 2 Now fulfil thy great design,

Who didst first the message bring;
Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.

181. L. M. Watts. Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7-9, 10. L ET me but hear my Saviour say,

Strength shall be equal to thy day,' Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong,

Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 3 I can do all things, or can bear

All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,

While his left hand my head sustains 4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,

And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.

182. C. M. Watts. Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl. 27–30. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise !

courage Has restless sin and raging hell,

Struck all our comforts dead ? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name

That form'd the earth and sea ? And can an all-creating arm

Grow weary or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might,

In our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the conquest to the weak,

And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,

And youthsul vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord,

Shall feel our sirength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings,

And taste the promis'd bliss ;
Till their unwearied feet arrive

Where perfect pleasure is.

183. C. M. Watts.
The faithfulness of God in his promises.
PROCLAM salvation from the Lord,
His hand has writ the sacred word

With an immortal pen.
2 Engrav'd as in eternal brass

'The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness rase

Those everlasting lines.
3 He that can dash whole worlds to death

And make them when he please,
He speaks, and that Almighty breath

Fulfils his deep decrees.
4 His every word of grace is strong

As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along,

Speaks all the promises. 50 might I hear that heavenly tongue

But whisper, ‘thou art mine,' Those gentle words should raise my song,

To notes almost divine. 6 How would my leaping heart rejoice,

And think my heaven secure! I trust the all-creating voice,

And faith desires no more.

184. C. M. Watts.

God's Dominion and Decrees. KEEP silence, all created things, My soul stands trembling, while she sings,

The honours of her God. 2 Lise, death, and hell, and worlds unknown

Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave to be.

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