7 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day
And sing with rapture and surprise
His loving-kindness in the skies.

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CCCVII. L. M. Cowper.
Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT various hind'rances we 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 darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives excercise to faith and love,
Brings ev'ry blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the christian's armour bright: And Satan trembles, when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on, Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd,

5 Have you no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent;

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Your cheerful songs would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

CCCVIII. C. M. New Selec.

Encouragement.

REJOICE, believer in the Lord,

Who makes your cause his own The hope that's built upon his word Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,

Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.

Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or, fainting, shall not die!

Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint,
Will aid you from on high.

Though now unseen by outward sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?
5 As surely as he overcame.

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And triumph'd once for you;
So surely you that love his name
Shall triumph in him too.

CCCIX. C. M. New Selec.

Prayer.

NOW. gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,

And make thy glory known;

Now let us all thy presence feel;
Oh soften hearts of stone.

2 Help us to venture near thy throne,
And plead the Saviour's name:
For all that we can call our own,
Is vanity and shame.

3 Send down thy spirit from above,
That saints may love thee more;
That sinners now may learn to love,
Who never lov'd before.

4 And when before thee we appear,
In our eternal home,

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May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room.

CCCX. C. M. New Selec.
Happy the Christian.

TOW happy is the christian's state!
His sins are all forgiv'n;

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A cheering ray confirms the grace
And lifts his hope to heav'n.

2 Though in the rugged path of life,
He heaves the pensive sigh;
Yet, trusting in his God, he finds
Deliv'ring grace is nigh.

3 If, to prevent his wand'ring steps,
He feels the chast'ning rod;

The gentle stroke shall bring him back
To his forgiving God.

4 And when the welcome message comes,
To call his soul away;

His soul in rapture shall ascend
To everlasting day.

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CCCXI. C. M. New Selec.

The Pilgrim's safety.

ING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great delivrer sing
Pilgrims. for Sion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd;
How holy, and how plain;
Nor shall the simplest trav'llers err,
Nor ask the way in vain.
3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy,
No lurking serpent wound:
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found.
4 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred Mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

5 March then in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still;

And let the prospect cheer your hearts,
While trav❜lling up the hill.

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CCCXII. L. M. New Selec.

God thinking on his saints.

OTH poor and needy, Lord, am I,
Therefore to thee my soul doth cry;
Dear Saviour, canst thou think upon
A helpless, weak, unworthy worm.
2 My wants are many; great indeed,
And sore and pressing is my need :
Oh! think on me, and bear me up,
Jesus, the sinner's only prop.

3 Ah, Lord! I feel my poverty,
My wretchedness and misery:
Blest evidence, by this I'm taught
The Lord in truth on me hath thought.
4 Dear Father, condescend to hear
My beart's request and fervent pray'r;
As thou hast thought on worthless me,
Help my poor soul to think on thee.
5 When unbelief would me distress,
Sin, guilt, and Hell, destroy my peace;
These gracious words shall set me free,
The Lord my God doth think on me.
My soul shall rest upon her God,
And trust on his unerring word;

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Believing this great mystery,

Though poor, the Lord doth think on me.

CCCXIII. L. M. New Selee.

Hardness of heart lamented.

ORD! shed a beam of heav'nly day To melt this stubborn stone away; Now thaw, with rays of love divine, This heart-this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake; The seas can roar; the mountains shake; Of feeling, all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, What but an adamant would melt! Goodness and wrath in vain combine To move this stupid heart of mine. 4 But one can yet perform the deed That one in all his grace I need; Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And melt this stubborn heart of mine. 5 O Breath of Life, breathe on my soul! On me let streams of mercy roll: Now thaw, with rays of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of min.

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CCCXIV. C. M. Watts.

The same.

GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;

Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain,
For sin could e'er atone:

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

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CCCXV.. S. M. New Selee.

The christian soldier.

OLDIERS of Christ, be bold,
In Zion's ways stand fast,

Cleave to the Lord and you shall find
All will be well at last.

2 Numbers will you oppose
And many snares be laid;

But Christ will be your strong defence;
Titen never be dismay'd.

3 Upon the throne of grace;
Jehovah doth appear;

Fight the good fight ye ransom'd throng,
And never, never fear.

Fear not your num❜rous foes,

O'er all you shall prevail;
And live, and sing redeeming love,
When they'll lament and wail..

5 Hark, hark, ye ransom'd race,
Your captain cries, "fight on,"
Soon ye shall mount the lofty skies,
And stand around the throne.
6 Great God, send down thy pow'r,
And make thy saints arise,
Boldly to fight and conquer all,
And then receive the prize.

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CCCXVI. S. M. New Selec..
The same.

COME, all who love to pray,

On Jesus cast your care;
And ev'ry praying soul shall find
He loves to answer pray'r.
2 See how he looks, and smiles,

From yonder shining throne;
Pleas'd, he attends your ev'ry prayer,
And sends rich blessings down!

3 Ye hung'ring, thirsting souls,
O pray, and never faint;
Fresh scenes of love our Lord displays
To ev'ry praying saint.

4 And whither should we fly,

But to a throne of grace?
For there we prove celestial joys,
And find substantial peace.

Lord, from thy throne behold
Thy saints assembled here,