V 2. O LORD! I cry to thee, And would thy word obey; 3 Without thee, I must sink 4 5 Or fall a prey to those, who think The time of greatest straits! To manifest thy power is great ;) And make thy glory seen. Thou wast by Abra'm own'da %1 Thou art Jehovah-Jireh found By all of Abra'm's seed. I 6 Thy power is still the same; Wilt thou not answer to thy name 7. Oh, send deliv'rance down! 97 So shall the praise be all thy own, 1 298 (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 e; 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 2 The joyful news transports my breast; DR. S. STENNETT. 299 (2d P.) C. M. Frome 225. Salem 139. 1 Foster 96. Imploring the presence of God. LORD! let me see thy beauteous face! And angels round the throne will say 2 A glimpse a single glimpse of thee, Than this vain world, with all its joys, 299 (3d P.) L. M. Rowles 73. Langdon 217. 2 Rivers descending, LORD! from thee, I would remain enraptur'd there- 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, Confin'd to neither court nor cell, 2 His happiness in part is mine; From every creature-love, Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,- of its load And seeks the things above. 3 The things eternal I pursue," 4 Nothing on earth I call my own: I trample on their whole delight, 5 There is my house and portion fair; For me my elder brethren stay; 6 I come, thy servant, LORD! replies, 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! Rise, my soul, and haste away Nor stay in all their course; To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn; 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, 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: 3 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, 4 Bless'd Saviour! introduc'd by thee, And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet |