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NE true God we all confess:

ONE

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Present Helper in distress,

Praised by all the heavenly host:
God the Father, by whose might
All things are, and move aright.
2 Jesus Christ as Lord we own:

God of God, and Mary's Son,
Who descended from His throne,
And for us salvation won;
Who His blood and life hath given
That we might be heirs of heaven.
3 We the Holy Ghost adore-

Going forth from Father, Son,---
Who consoles us evermore,
Lest we be by sin undone.
Praise, O Holy Trinity!
Praise forever be to Thee.

No. 9.

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FAITH.

L. M.-No. 1.

FAITH is a living power from heaven,

That grasps the promise God hath given,

A confidence in Christ alone

Whose grace cannot be overthrown.

2 Faith in the conscience worketh peace,
And bids the mourner's weeping cease;
By faith the children's place we claim,
And give all honor to One Name,

3 Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath
In love and hope that conquer death;
Faith worketh joyfulness in God,
And trusts and blesses e'en the rod.

4 We thank Thee then, O God of heaven,
That Thou to us this faith hast given;
Preserve to us Thy Spirit's grace

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Till we shall see Thee face to face.

FAITH is wisdom from on high,

Hearing ear and seeing eye;

In the soul a higher light
Than the ken of mortal sight:
Vivid trust in hope serene,
Evidence of things not seen.
2 Faith in meekness, as is meet,
Sits and learns at Jesus' feet;
Nestles closely to the Lord,
Happy in the Master's Word;
Cleaves to it, defends it then:
This to faith is Yea, Amen.

3 Faith is sure, where sight is blind:
While lost sense may nowhere find
Hope, to stay a sinking soul
When the billows o'er it roll,
Faith directs its saving quest
To the cross, and there finds rest.

4 Faith, in childlike trust, is wise:
Trusting Him who never lies;

No. 9.

By whose grace the weak grow strong,
Change their sighing into song.

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Praise be Thine, O Lord of might!
Faith shall end in glorious sight.

C. M.-No. 2.

DELUDED souls, that dream of heaven,

And make their empty boast

Of inward joys and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head:

3 A faith that changes all the heart;
A faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 Faith must obey our Father's will,
As well as trust His grace:

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A pard'ning God requires us still
To perfect holiness.

C. M.-No. 2.

LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and woe!
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who His only Son gave up
To death, that we might live,
Shall He not all things freely grant,
That boundless love can give.

3 Who now His people shall accuse?
'Tis God hath justified:

Who now His people shall condemn?
The Lamb of God hath died.

4 And He who died hath risen again,
Triumphant, from the grave:

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At God's right hand for us He pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

C. M.-No. 2.

FOR a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by ev'ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!

2 That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast'ning rod,

But, in the hour of grief and pain,
Will lean upon its God;

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;

That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness, feels no doubt;

4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That seas of trouble cannot drown,
Nor Satan's arts beguile;

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled,

And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.

6 Lord, give us such a faith as this,

And then, whate'er may come,

We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

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PRAYER.

C. M.-No. 2.

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try:

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,

His watch-word at the gate of death-
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways,

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While angels in their songs rejoice,
And say, "Behold, he prays."

To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises,

No. 54.

For where is found a glorious God like Thee?

To Thee my heart its anthem raises,

O give Thy quick'ning Spirit's aid to me, That I may sing in Jesus' name alone,

In strains which find acceptance at Thy throne.

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