Hymn.

Power of Faith.

1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,

And saves me from it's snares:
It's 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 heav'nly things,

And feeds the

pure

desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows it's pow'r
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids me seek my portion there, Nor bids me seek in vain ;

5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd
With the REDEEMER'S blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful GOD.

6 There, there unshaken would I rest,
Till this vile body dies;

And then on faith's triumphant wings
At once to glory rise.

Hymn.

Believer rejoicing.

1 GRACIOUS LORD, my heart is fixed,
Sing I will, and sing of Thee;
Since the cup that justice mixed,

Thou hast drank, and drank for me:
Great Deliv❜rer!

Thou hast set the pris'ner free.

2 Lute and harp, awake to praise Him! All my pow'rs your tribute bring! Though no praise can higher raise Him, (What can higher raise our King?) Were I silent,

E'en the stones would rise and sing.

3 Many were the chains that bound me;
But the LORD has loos'd them all:
Arms of mercy now surround me;
Favours these, nor few nor small:
SAVIOUR keep me:

Keep Thy servant lest he fall.

4 Fair the scene that lies before me:
Life eternal JESUS gives:
While He waves His banner o'er me,
Peace and joy my soul receives:
Sure His promise!

I shall live because He lives.

5 When the world would bid me leave Thee, Telling me of shame and loss, SAVIOUR, guard me lest I grieve Thee, Lest I cease to love Thy cross:

This is treasure:

All the rest I count but dross.

Hymn.

Believer rejoicing.

1 FAR from us be grief and sadness; Farther still unhallow'd mirth: Zion's sons may sing with gladness, Their's are joys of heav'nly birth: JESUS Owns them:

He is LORD of heav'n and earth.

2 All the worldling's mirth is madness, All his labour fruitless toil;

'Tis the saints that taste of gladness, Though the world their choice revile: Sweet their portion!

Life is in the SAVIOUR'S smile.

3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us,
Balanc'd with a SAVIOUR's love:
Since the LORD in mercy drew us,
Drew our souls to things above,
Earthly objects

Can no longer greatly move.

4 Once the world was all our treasure; Then the world our hearts possess'd;

Now we taste sublimer pleasure,
Since the LORD has made us blest;
We can witness,

JESUS gives His people rest.

Hymn.

4 Thanks for mercies.

1 IN glad amazement, LORD, I stand, Amidst the bounties of Thy hand; How numberless those bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair!

2 But O! what poor returns I make! What lifeless thanks I pay Thee back! LORD, I confess with humble shame, My off'rings scarce deserve the name.

3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise
To bring some nobler sacrifice;
It sinks beneath the mighty load:
What shall I render to my GOD?

4 To Him I consecrate my praise,
And vow the remnant of my days;
Yet what at best can I pretend
Worthy such gifts from such a friend?

5 In deep abasement, LORD, I see
My emptiness and poverty:
Enrich my soul with grace divine,
And make it worthier to be Thine.

6 Give me at length an angel's tongue, That heav'n may echo with my song: The theme, too great for time, shall be The joy of long eternity.

Hymn.

Blessedness of true wisdom.

1 HAPPY the man that finds the grace,
The blessing of GOD's chosen race;
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

2 Happy beyond description, he

Who knows "the SAVIOUR died for me!" The gift unspeakable obtains,

And heav'nly understanding gains.

3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise? Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compar'd to her.

4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise;
Riches of CHRIST, on all bestow'd,
And honour that descends from GOD.

5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flow'ry paths are peace.

6 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy! who his guest retains :
He owns, and shall for ever own,

Wisdom, and CHRIST, and Heav'n, are one,