-Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

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3 Who order'd Gideon forth,

To storm the invader's camp,-
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp ?

The trumpets made his coming known;
And all the host was overthrown.

4 Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a single word-
God helping me tɔ say,

'My trust is in the Lord,'

o My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
e 5 But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness and pride-
How often do they steal
My weapons from my side!

o Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend,
Will help his servant to the end.

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HYMN 76. C. M.

COWPER,

York. [*]

The Lord that healeth. Exod. xv.
EAL us, EMMANUEL ;-here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch :

HE

Deep wounded souls to thee repair;
And, Saviour, we are such.

-2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust thy word;

e But wilt thou pity us the less?Be that far from thee, Lord!

d

3 Remember him who once applied, With trembling for relief;

d "Lord, I believe." with tears he cried; "O help my unbelief."

-4 She too who touch'd thee in the press,
And healing virtues stole,

d Was answer'd "Daughter, go in peace;
"Thy faith hath made thee whole."
-5 Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throng,
She would have shunn'd thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had some misgivings too.

6 Like her with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee if we may; e Oh! send us not despairing homeSend none unheal'd away.

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HYMN 77. L. M.

COWPER.

Armley. [*]

The Lord send Peace. Judg. vi, 24.

JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd

To satisfy the law's demand

o By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face we stand.
-2 To reconcile offending man,
Make justice drop her angry rod!

e What creature would have form'd the plan?
Or who fulfil it, but-a God?

-3 No drop remains of all the curse,
For wretches who deserv'd the whole;
No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce

The guilty, but returning soul.

e 4 Peace, by such means, so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hop'd to see?
p Peace-by his injur'd Sov'reign wrought-
His Sov'reign fasten'd to the tree!

-5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare;
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul who hates his sins.
e 6 Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress;
o But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.

COWPEE.

HYMN 78. C. M. Hymn 2d. Sunday. [*] Thankfulness for Providential Goodness.

1

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys;

o Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

-2 Thy providence my life sustain'd
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay;
Or hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear;

Fre yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

e 4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

o Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.

5 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face;

e And when in sin and sorrow sunk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace.

o 6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;

e Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. -7 Through ev'ry period of my life, Thy goodness I'll pursue;

o And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.

• 8 Through all eternity-to thee A grateful song I'll raise;

e For O, eternity's too short, To utter all thy praise.

ADDISON.

HYMN 79. C. M. Swanwick. [*] Encouragement to trust and love God. Ps. xxxiv. HROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

in trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. o 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all who are distress'd, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.

o 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just;

Protection he affords to all,

Who make his Name their trust.

-40 make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide,

How bless'd are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

e 5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear:

o Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.

TATE

HYMN 80. 8 & 7. Love Divine. [*]

Grateful Recollection. 1 Sam. vii, 12. 1 NOME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace

Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. o Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: o Praise the mount.-I'm fix'd upon itMount of God's unchanging love.

น

-2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thine help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.

e Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
o He to rescue me from danger,

Interpos'd with precious blood.
e 3 0 to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
-Let that grace now, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
e Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it—
Prone to leave the God I love-
d Here's my heart-O take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.

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ROBINSON.

HYMN 81. 8s. Consolation. [*]
Excellencies of Christ.

H How shall I his beauties declare?

OW shall I my Saviour set forth?

O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are? o His angels can never express,

Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace :e No! this is a myst'ry unknown.

g2 In him all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines;
Though once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs:

p Though once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free;
-His glory sustained no loss,

g Eternal his kingdom shall be.

-3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r,
Seem'd then, with each other to vie ;
e When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
p Poor sinners condemned to die!
d He laid all his grandeur aside,
And dwelt in a cottage of clay :
Poor sinners he lov'd, till he died,
To wash their pollution away.
40 sinner, believe and adore,
The Saviour so rich to redeem ;
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him:
d Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sins,
Draw near, while with terrour you're toss'd,
Believe-and your peace shall begin.

-5 Now, sinner, attend to his call,
d "Whoso hath an ear let him hear !"
-He promises mercy to all,

Who feel their sad wants, far and near :

• He riches has ever in store,

And treasures that never can waste:

• Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and moreHere's glory eternal at last.

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RIPPON'S COL.

HYMN 82. L. M. Armley. [*]

THO

All good in CHRIST.

HOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My Refuge, my almighty Friend
e And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go---
A wretched wand'rer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo,
One glimpse of happiness afford?