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Hymn.

The Fearful encouraged.

1 PRIS'NERS of hope, lift up your heads,
The day of liberty draws near!
JESUS, who on the serpent treads,
Shall soon in your behalf appear:
The LORD will to His temple come,
Prepare your hearts to make Him room.
2 O ye fearful hearts, be strong!

Your downcast eyes and hands lift up!
Ye shall not be forgotten long:

Hope to the end, in JESUS hope!
Tell Him, ye wait His grace to prové;
And cannot fail, for GOD is love.

3 Pris'ners of hope, be strong, be bold;
Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear!
Dare to believe! on CHRIST lay hold!
Wrestle with CHRIST in mighty pray'r!
Tell Him, "We will not let Thee go,
"Till we Thy Name, Thy nature know."
4 LORD, we believe, and wait the hour

Which all Thy great salvation brings;
The SPIRIT of love, and health, and pow'r,
Shall come and make us priests and kings:
Thou wilt perform Thy faithful word,
"The servant shall be as his LORD."

5 The promise stands for ever sure,
And we shall in Thine image shine,
Partakers of a nature pure,
Holy, angelical, divine;

In spirit join'd to Thee, the SON,
As Thou art with Thy FATHER One.

Hymn.

Guidance and Support,

1 ETERNAL GOD, our wond'ring souls
Admire Thy matchless grace;
That Thou wilt walk, that Thou wilt dwell,
With Adam's worthless race.

2 O lead me to that happy path,
Where I my GOD may meet;
Though hosts of foes begird it round,
Though briers wound my feet.

3 Cheer'd with Thy converse, I can trace
The desert with delight:

Through all the gloom one smile of Thine
Can dissipate the night.

4 Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam;

Thy hand, that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.

5 I ask not Enoch's rapt'rous flight
To realms of heav'nly day;

Nor seek Elijah's fiery steeds
To bear this flesh away.

6 Joyful my spirit will consent
To drop it's mortal load;

And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break it's way to GOD.

Hymn.

Danger and Folly of Declension.

1 WHEN any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas! what numbers do!)
Methinks I hear my SAVIOUR say,
"Wilt thou forsake me too?"

2 Ah, LORD! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 Yet Thou alone hast pow'r, I know,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom, or whither, could I go,
If I should turn from Thee?

4 No voice but Thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

No love but Thine can make me bless'd,
And satisfy my heart.

5 What anguish has that question stirr'd,
If I will also go?
Yet, LORD, relying on Thy Word,
I humbly answer, No.

Hymn.

Wandering Thoughts.

1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the LORD!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His Word!

2 Yet sov'reign Mercy calls "Return:"
Dear LORD, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn:
O take the wand'rer home!

3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak Thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, Thy healing pow'r
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear SAVIOUR, I adore:
O keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more!

Hymn.

Ashamed of Christ.

1 ASHAM'D of JESUS! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of Thee!

Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor!
I scorn it more and more!

O may

2 Asham'd of JESUS! of that friend
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.

3 Asham'd of JESUS! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.

4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain,-
Till then, I'll boast a SAVIOUR slain:
And, O, may this my portion be,
That SAVIOUR not asham'd of me.

Hymn.

Grieving the Holy Spirit.

1 STAY, Thou insulted SPIRIT, stay, Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears,
And vex'd, and urg'd Thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years;

3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er Thy grace receiv'd;
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times Thy goodness griev'd;

4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great HIGH PRIEST ;
Nor in Thy righteous anger swear
T'exclude me from Thy people's rest.

5 Now, LORD, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with Thy gracious hand,
And guide into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

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