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3 This is the pillar of our hope,

That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the Word,
And find salvation in the LORD.

4 Should vile blasphemers with disdain

Pronounce the truths of JESUS vain,
We'll meet the scandal and the shaine,
And triumph in His glorious Name.


Casting the Gospel-net.

1 WHEN Peter, through the tedious night,

Had often cast his net in vain ;
Soon as the LORD appear'd in sight,

He gladly let it down again.

2 Once more the Gospel-net we cast;

Do Thou, O LORD, the effort own: We learn from disappointments past,

To rest our hope on Thee alone.

30! by a SAVIOUR's dying love,

To ev'ry wounded heart reveald, Temptations, fears, and guilt remove,

And be their Sun, and Strength, and Shield.

4 To mourners speak a cheering word;

On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine; Let poor backsliders be restor'd,

And all thy saints in praises join.


Meditating and Conversing on the Scriptures.

1 WHEN quiet in my house I sit,

Thy book be my companion still ;
My joy, Thy sayings to repeat,

Talk o'er the records of Thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till ev'ry heart-felt Word be Mine.

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2 O may the gracious words divine,

Subject of all my converse be!
So will the LORD His follower join,

And walk and talk Himself with me:
So shall my heart His presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.

3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,

O may the reconciling Word
Sweetly compose my weary breast!

While on the bosom of my LORD,
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.

4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,

Thee may I publish all day long ; And let Thy precious Word of grace.

Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue ! Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above.


Blessedness of Gospel Times.


How beauteous are their feet

Who stand on Sion's hill !
Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal !


How charming is their voice!

How sweet the tidings are ! Sion, behold thy SAVIOUR-KING,

He reigns and triumphs here.'

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3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found !

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4 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heav'nly light!
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But died without the sight.


The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy.

6 The LORD makes bare His arm

Through all the earth abroad : Let ev'ry nation now behold

Their SAVIOUR and their God.


Gospel Privileges.

v i HAPPY are they to whom the LORD

His gracious Name makes known!
And by His SPIRIT and His Word,

Adopts them for His own!

2 He calls them to His

And hears their humble pray'r;
And when within His house they meet,

They find His presence near.
3 Though men despise them, or revile,

They count the trial small;
Whoever frowns, if Jesus smile,

It makes amends for all.

4 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed,

And, like their SAVIOUR, poor;
They would not change their Gospel bread

For all the worldling's store. 5 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys,

They mount on eagles' wings;
They can disdain, as children's toys,

The pride and pomp of kings.

6 Dear LORD, assist our souls to pay

The debt of praise we owe,
That we enjoy a Gospel day,

And heav'n begun below.


Famine of the Word of the Lord.

i GLADNESS was spread thro' Israel's host

When first they manna view'd;
They labour'd who should gather most,

And thought it pleasant food.
2 But when they had it long enjoy’d,

From day to day the same,
Their hearts were by the plenty cloy'd,

Although from heav'n it came.
3 Thus Gospel-bread at first is priz'd,

And makes a people glad;
But afterwards too much despis'd,

When easy to be had: 4 But should the LORD, displeas'd, withhold

The bread His mercy sends;
To have our houses filld with gold

Would make but poor amends.
5 How tedious would the week appear,

How dull the Sabbath prove, Could we no longer meet to hear

The precious truths we love!

6 Preserve us from this judgment, LORD,

For Jesu's sake we plead:
A famine of Thy gracious Word

Would be a stroke indeed!

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