Let not self-love, that subtle foe,
With in your hearts abide;

That naught but Jesus, you may know,
And Jesus crucified.

6 And when you're called to engage
In battle for the Lord,

With holy fear the war you'll wage,
Still trusting in his word.

7 And if you doubt your mission's true, Like holy Gideon try,

While knight distils the heav'nly dew,
The fleece both wet and dry.

8 The gospel trumpet then you'll blow With confidential fear,

The foes of Zion then will know

That Israel's God is near.

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9 And in confusion leave the camp,
The unbelieving heart,

Unable to withstand the lamp,
The grace of God imparts.

10 Then Zion's King will enter in,
And his own right assert,

Since by his grace the victory's won,
Which does the soul convert.

HYMN 124.-L. M.

NSPIRE my heart, inflame my tongue To sound the great Emmanuel's praise;

O for a more exalted song,

Than human tongues can ever raise.

2 Who can recount his noble deeds,
Or comprehend his mighty power?
His love our highest thought excedes
When we in rapture him adore.

3 His mercy stands forever sure,
His truth, it is forever bright;
His righteousness, he will secure
To all who come to him aright.

4 Come then, ye poor distressed souls, Who feel your sins a heavy load; For you his mercy ever rolis;

Come, to your Saviour, and your God.

5 Renouce the world, its tiusel glare, And raise your hearts to things above; His highest blessings you will share, And feel and know his pardoning love.

6 Your heart is all that he requires, O give it, then, without reserve, With all your thoughts, gand your de sires,

Your heav'nly Father love and

serve.

7 His easy service is delight,
The just he surely will reward;
He will our hearts to him unite,
If we his precepts do regard.

HYMN 125.-C. M.

IS from afar the Lord beholds
The souls of lofty mind,

Whilst he his richest grace unfolds
To those who are resign'd.

2 He is a sun and he a shield,
Unto his chosen ones;

And every cloud shall be dispell'd
When we, his will have done.

3 Yea, grace and glory he will give
To all who trust in him;
Who in uprightness daily live,
And walk averse to sin.

4 Why, then dear Lord, am I so dull.
So lifeless and so cold?
Since thou art my eternal all.
Thy charms to me unfold.

5 Give me to see thy smiling face, And cause the light to shine;

Send forth thy power of quick'ning

6 Give me that pure and humble mind,
Which doth thy grace insure,

Which makes me to thy will resign'd,
And I will ask no more.

HYMN 126.-8 & 7.

Gloom of Autumn.

HView with me th' autumnal gloom;
AIL, ye sighing sons of sorrow,

Learn from thence your fate to-morrow!
Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb!
See all nature fading, dying,

Silent all things seem to mourn;
Life from vegetation flying,

Brings to mind the mould'ring urn.

2 Oft autumnal tempests rising,
Make the lofty forest nod,
Scenes of nature, how surprising?
Read in mature, nature's God.
See the God, the great Creator,
Lives eternal in the sky,

While we mortals yield to nature,
Bloom a while, then fade and die.

Death and war my mind depresses,
Autumn shows me my decay;
Brings to mind my past distresses,
Warns me of a dying day.
Autumn makes me melancholy,
Strikes dejection through my soul,
While I mourn my former folly,
Waves of sorrow o'er me roll.