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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 prove;
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,
Holy, angelical, divine;
Guidance and Support,
1 ETERNAL GOD, our wond’ring souls
Admire Thy matchless grace;
With Adam's worthless race.
2 O lead me to that happy path,
Where I my God may meet;
Though briers wound my feet.
3 Cheer'd with Thy converse, I can trace
The desert with delight:
Can dissipate the night.
A restless pilgrim roam;
Shall soon convey me home.
To realms of heav'nly day;
To bear this flesh away.
To drop it's mortal load;
That break it's way to GOD.
(Alas! what numbers do!)
“ Wilt thou forsake me too ?” 2 Ah, LORD! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast,
like them at last.
To save a wretch like me;
If I should turn from Thee?
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?
Wandering Thoughts. 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the LORD!
Forgetful of His Word ! 2 Yet sov’reign Mercy calls “Return;"
Dear LORD, and may I come?
O take the wand'rer home!
3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
To speak Thy wondrous love?
How glorious, how divine !
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear SAVIOUR, I adore :
Avd let me rove no more!
Ashamed of Christ.
1 ASHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of Thee!
I scorn it more and more!
2 Asham'd of Jesus! of that friend
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend !
3 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
4. Till then-nor is the boasting vain,
Till then, I'll boast a SAVIOUR slain :
Grieving the Holy Spirit.
I STAY, Thou insulted SPIRIT, stay,
Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take Thine everlasting Aight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears,
For many long rebellious years;
Of all who e'er Thy grace receiv’d;
Ten thousand times I'hy 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 bring me to the promis'd land.