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2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain;
And leaves my heart in pain.
To wrestle with my God!
I'd plead my Saviour's blood.
And banish every fear ;
To spread thy sorrows there. 103. “He shall hide me." Ps. 27 : 549. MRS. STEELR.
My soul for shelter flies, 'Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
If thou, my God, art near;
And banish every fear.
From this divine retreat!
And dwell beneath thy feet. 104.
TATE AND BRADY.
When heated chase
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine ;
Thou Majesty divine !
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
Thy health's eternal spring.
A Spaets hovedba in the online, streams
RETREAT. L. M.
Heb. 10 : 19-25.
From every swelling tide of woes,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
The oil of gladness on our heads-
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Around one common mercy-seat.
And sense and sin molest no more,
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 !
And come according to thy word.
That we may here converse with thee;
Let this the “gate of heaven" be,
3 “Chief of ten thousand !” now appear,
That we by faith may see thy face;
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;
And every place is hallowed ground.
Inhabitest the humble mind;
And going, take thee to their home.
Thy former mercies here renew ;
“ Men ought always to pray.” Luke 18 : 1.
In coming to a mercy-seat !
But wishes to be often there?
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Brings every blessing from above.
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Words flow apace when you complain,
With the sad tale of all your care.
To heaven in supplication sent,
BOYLSTON. S. M.
THE Bitose that Fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel :
He knows our feeble frame.
Scattered with every breath;
Can send us swift to death.
Or like the morning flower;
It withers in an hour.
To endless years endure ;
Thy words of promise sure.
My heart within me dies,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
That's high above my head !
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide :
The refuge where I hide. 111. * Let us come boldly.” Heb. 4 : 16.
The promise calls me near ;
And waits to answer prayer.
Thou canst not be too bold :
What else can he withhold ?
Thy presence and thy love :
And reign with thee above.
Conform my will to thine ;
And then in glory shine.
Invites us all our griefs to tell,
To pray, and never faint.
We never plead in vain;
And pray, and pray again.
His chosen when they cry ;
He'll help them from on high.
And never faint in prayer ;
Will make our cause his care.