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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.

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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.


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




Heb. 10 : 19-25.


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.


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,



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.


Men ought always to pray.Luke 18 : 1.


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!”

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Psalm 103.


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.


Psalm 61.



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.


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.



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.

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