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2. O LORD! I cry to thee,

And would thy word obey;
Bid me advance, and, thro' the sea,
Create a new-made way.

3 Without thee, I must sink
Beneath the swelling flood;

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Or fall a prey to those, who think
To glut them with my blood...

The time of greatest straits!
Thy chosen time has been,

To manifest thy power is great ;)

And make thy glory seen.

Thou wast by Abra'm own'da %1
A God in time of need:

Thou art Jehovah-Jireh found

By all of Abra'm's seed.

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Thy power is still the same;
On thee I would rely:

Wilt thou not answer to thy name
To such a worm as -I ?:

7. Oh, send deliv'rance down! 97
Display the arm divine!

So shall the praise be all thy own,
And I be doubly thine.

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298 (3d. P.) L. M. Lebanon 79. Paul's 246. Renouncing the Moral Law, as a Covenant of Life; but admiring it as a Rule of Conduct.

1 WHEN Jesus for his people dy'd, ́· The holy law was satisfied:

Its awful penalties he bore

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It can command, but curse no more. 2 He having suffer'd in their stead, The law in cov'nant form is dead, But rules them with a gentle sway; And they, with sweet delight, obey. 3 Amazing love! how rich, how free!! That Christ should die for such as we!

. From hence, the holiest duties flow Of saints above and saints below.

299 (1st P.) L. M. New Court 173. Derby 169. Our Bodies the Temples of the Holy Ghost, 1 Cor. vi, 19 i 1'John v. 21:

1 AND will the offended GoD again
Return, and dwell with sinful men
Will he within this bosom raise ol
A living temple to his praise?

2 The joyful news transports my breast;
All hail! I cry, thou heav'nly guest!
Lift up your heads, ye pow'rs within,
And let the King of Glory in.
3 Enter, with all thy heav'nly train!:
Here live, and here for ever reign!
Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway;
Let love command, and I'll obey.
4 Reason and conscience shall submit,
And pay their homage at thy feet;
To thee I'll consecrate my heart,
And bid each rival thence depart.
5 No idol-god shall hold a place
Within this temple of thy grace;
Dagon before the ark shall fall,
And GOD in CHRIST be all in all.

DR. S. STENNETT.

299 (2d P.) C. M. Frome 225. Salem 139.

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Foster 96.

Imploring the presence of God.

LORD! let me see thy beauteous face!
It yields a heaven below;

And angels round the throne will say
"Tis all the heav'n they know.

2 A glimpse a single glimpse of thee,
Would more delight my soul

Than this vain world, with all its joys,
Could I possess the whole.

299 (3d P.) L. M. Rowles 73. Langdon 217.
Happy in the Salvation of God, Psalm xlvi. 4.
INDULGENT GOD! to thee I raise
My spirit, fraught with joy and praise:
Grateful I bow before thy throne,
My debt of mercy there to own.

2 Rivers descending, LORD! from thee,
Perpetual glide to solace me:
Their varied virtues to rehearse
Demands an everlasting verse.
3 And yet there is, beyond the rest,
One stream—the widest and the best
Salvation! Lo, the purple flood
Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood!
4 I taste-delight succeeds to woe;
I bathe-no waters cleanse me so;
Such joy and purity to share,

I would remain enraptur'd there-
5 Till death shall give this soul to know
The fulness sought in vain below;
The fulness of that boundless sea
Whence flow'd the river down to me.
6 My soul-with such a scene in view→→
Bids mortal joys a glad adieu;

Nor dreads a few chastising woes

Sent with such love-so soon to close. COLES. 300 8. 8. 6. J. C. W. Chatham 59. Broadmead 150. Westbury Leigh 278. The Spiritual Pilgrim.

1 HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from anxious care and thought
From worldly hope and fear!

Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 His happiness in part is mine;
Already sav'd from self-design,

From every creature-love,

Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,-
My soul is lighten'd

of its load

And seeks the things above.

3 The things eternal I pursue,"
And happiness beyond the view
Of those, who basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen:
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want,

4 Nothing on earth I call my own:
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;

I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,-
A country in the skies.

5 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home:

For me my elder brethren stay;
And angels beckon me away,
And JESUS bids me come.

6 I come, thy servant, LORD! replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest:
Now let the pilgrim's journey end:
Now-Oh, my Saviour, brother, friend-
Receive me to thy breast!

301

7. 6. Amsterdam 136.

The Pilgrim's Song.

1 RISE, my soul! and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace:

Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heav'n, thy native place!
Sun, and moon, and stars, decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above!
2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
Thus a soul, new-born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode

To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet, a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven.

302 C. M. Camb. New 74.

Milbourn Port 183.

Furman 135.

Running the Christian Race, Phil. iii. 12-14.

1 AWAKE, my soul ! stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on;

A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.c

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high:
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey:

Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Bless'd Saviour! introduc'd by thee,
Have we our race begun;

And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
'We'll lay our laurels down. DR. DODDRIDGE.