2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,

What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays and comfort dies,

And leaves my heart in pain.
3 He knows what arguments I'd take

To wrestle with my God!
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake

I'd plead my Saviour's blood.
4 Arise, my soul ! from deep distress,

And banish every fear ;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,

To spread thy sorrows there. 103. “He shall hide me." Ps. 27 : 549. MRS. STEELR.

: -seat

My soul for shelter flies, 'Tis here I find a safe retreat

When storms and tempests rise.
2 My cheerful hope can never die,

If thou, my God, art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high,

And banish every fear.
3 Oh, never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat!
Still let me trust thy power and love,

And dwell beneath thy feet. 104.

TATE AND BRADY.
S

When heated chase
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living Ged,

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
Oh! when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine !
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul !

Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,

Thy health's eternal spring.

Psalm 42.

A Spaets hovedba in the online, streams

RETREAT. L. M.

T. HASTINGS.

105.

Heb. 10 : 19-25.

STOWELL

From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat ;

'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds

The oil of gladness on our heads-
A place, than all besides, more sweet:

It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,

Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet

Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,

And sense and sin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,

And glory crowns the mercy-seat! 106. “ The gate of heaven." Gen. 28 : 17.

HOW

OW sweet to leave the world awhile,

And seek the presence of our Lord !
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,

And come according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat,

That we may here converse with thee;
Ah, Lord, behold us at thy feet!

Let this the “gate of heaven" be,

KELLY

Cowper

3 “Chief of ten thousand !” now appear,

That we by faith may see thy face;
Oh, speak, that we thy voice may bear,

And let thy presence fill this place! 107. “ There am I in the midst." Matt, 18: 20.

ESUS, where'er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,

And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,

And going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few !

Thy former mercies here renew ;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

108.

“ Men ought always to pray.” Luke 18 : 1.

CowPER

W meet

In coming to a mercy-seat !
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer

But wishes to be often there?
2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,

Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;

Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words ? ah! think again ;

Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear

With the sad tale of all your care.
5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent

To heaven in supplication sent,
Our cheerful song would oftener be,
“Hear what the Lord hath done for me!”

BOYLSTON. S. M.

L. MASON.

109,

Psalm 103.

WATTS.

THE Bitose that Fear his name,

Is such as tender parents feel :

He knows our feeble frame.
2 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.
3 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.
4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure ;
And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

110.

Psalm 61.

WATTS.

,

My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,

To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 Oh, lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head !
And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever I'll abide :
Thou art the tower of my defence,

The refuge where I hide. 111. * Let us come boldly.” Heb. 4 : 16.

NEWTON.

The promise calls me near ;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,

And waits to answer prayer.
2 My soul ! ask what thou wilt;

Thou canst not be too bold :
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,

What else can he withhold ?
3 Thine image, Lord, bestow,

Thy presence and thy love :
I ask to serve thee here below,

And reign with thee above.
3 Teach me to live by faith ;

Conform my will to thine ;
Let me victorious be in death,

And then in glory shine.

112.

NEWTON

Luke 18:1-7.
ESUS, who knows full well

Invites us all our griefs to tell,

To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear-

We never plead in vain;
Then let us wait till he appear,

And pray, and pray again.
3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear

His chosen when they cry ;
Yes, though he may awhile forbear,

He'll help them from on high.
4 Then let us earnest cry,

And never faint in prayer ;
He sees, he hears, and from on high

Will make our cause his care.