HYMN 192. C. M. TURNER. Dundee, Colchester. FA The power of Faith.. AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, Its aid in ev'ry duty brings, And softens all my cares: 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, And lights the sacred fire Of love to God and heavenly things, 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r, 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, HYMN 193. C. M. WATTS. Braintree, Arlington. Holy Fortitude. AM Ia soldier the A foll'wer of the Lamb; And shall I fear to own his cause, 2 Shall I be carri'd to the skies, While others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face, Is this vain world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; To bear the cross, endure the shame, 5 The saints, in all this glorious war, HYMN 194. C. M. TAYLOR. Bray, Braintree. Humble Gratitude. SINCE we, and all our treasures too, Are his who reigns above; 2 A broken heart he'll not despise- 3 Tho' treasures brought before his throne Would no acceptance find, He kindly condescends to own 4 This is an off'ring we may bring, The poorest child, the greatest king, HYMN 195. L. M. WATTS. 1 BER Portugal, Winchester. EHOLD the sons, the heirs of God, 4 We'll look on all the toys below HYMN 196. · L. M. Querey, Blendon. STEELE. Happy poverty. Matt. v. 3. E humble souls. complain no more; How happy, how divinely blest, 2 When conscious grief laments sincere, HYMN 197. L. M. COWPER. HA Hatred of Sin. AD I a throne above the rest,. One sin, unslain within my breast, 2 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air, Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear 8 But Oh! no foe invades the bliss, Will strike all sin forever dead. 1 HYMN 198. L. M. Warwick, Surry. HARRISON. H, could I find some peaceful bow'r, Where sin has neither place nor pow'r ; This traitor vile I fain would shun, But cannot from his presence run. 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, He stands between my God and me; Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, I feel him working in my breast. 3 When I attempt to soar above, To view the heights of Jesus' love; This monster seems to mount the skies, And veils his glory from my eyes. 4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, HYMN 199. L. M. WATTS. The Christian's Hope. THAT sinners value I resign; WHA Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine : I shall behold thy blissful face, |