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2 God lov' the world, and gave his Son
To drink the cup of wrath ;
174. S. M. Epis. Coll.
Who can with thee contend?
Shall prosper in the end ?
Their ancient seats forsake;
Her rooted pillars shake.
Contend with such a God!
God reasoning with men. Isa. i. 18.
Here's balm to heal your bleeding wounds. 2 But may a soul like mine,
All stain'd with guilt and blood,
And converse hold with God?
176. L. M. Epis. Coll.
Heaven seen by faith.
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,
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.
A sense of pardoning love,
Give joys like those above.
To know that God is mine,
Refreshing and divine.
And purify the mind;
And leave the world behind.
178. L. M. Walts.
None but Christ.
IN vain the trembling conscience seeks
Till we apply to Christ alone.
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
179. S. M.
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.
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;
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;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 3 I can do all things, or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
While his left hand my head sustains 4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
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?
In our Jehovah dwell;
And treads their foes to hell.
And youthsul vigour cease;
Shall feel our sirength increase.
And taste the promis'd bliss ;
Where perfect pleasure is.
183. C. M. Watts.
With an immortal pen.
'The mighty promise shines;
Those everlasting lines.
And make them when he please,
Fulfils his deep decrees.
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;