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2 In every condition—in sickness, in health,
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
“As thy days may demand, shall thystrength ever be.
3 “Fear not, I am with thee, O! be not dismayed, I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, - * Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
4 “When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless;
And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress.
5 “When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
6 “E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7 “The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake, I’ll never, no never, no never forsake!”
62 Repentance at the Cross. C. M.
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood!
3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature’s sin.
5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
*Tis all that I can do.
63 Faith in the Lamb. S. M.
Not all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away:
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.
2 Behold! he leads the way,
We’ll follow where he goes;
We cannot fail to win the day,
Since he subdues our foes.
3 Lead on, Almighty Lord,
Lead on to victory;
Encouraged by the bright reward,
With joy we’ll follow thee.
4 We’ll follow thee our Guide,
Our Saviour and our King;
We’ll follow thee, through grace supplied
From heaven’s eternal spring.
5 We hope to see the day
When toil and strife shall cease;
We then shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.
6 This hope supports us here,
It makes our burdens light;
*Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight.
7 Till of the prize possest,
We hear of war no more;
And, 0 sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore.
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heaven on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
4 On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crushed me dead,
But mercy held thy hand.
5 How many wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun!
And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.
Dread Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offerings of my tongue,
To reach the lofty skies.
2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepared.