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Our own Weakness; or, Christ our Strength. Cor. xii. 7,9,10.
ET me but hear my Saviour say,
“Strength shall be equal to the day,”
Then I'll rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
2 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then I am strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
3 I can do all things, or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.
5 So Samson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost;
Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight and lost his eyes. WATTs.
w HYMN 388. L. M. Charity and Uncharitableness. Rom. xiv. 17, 19. 1 Cor. x. 32.
TOT different food, nor differont dress, .V Compose the kingdom of our Lord; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith, and obedience to his word.
2. When weaker christians we despise,
We do the gospel mighty wrong;
For God, the gracious and the wise,
Receives the feeble with the strong.
3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meekness and love our souls pursue,
Nor shall our practice give offence,
To saints, the Gentile or the Jew. WATTs,
HYMN 389. S. M.
Dead to Sin by the Cross of Christ. Rom. vi. 1, 2,6.
HALL we go on to sin, Because thy grace abounds; Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds! 2 Forbid it, mighty God Nor let it e'er be said, That we, whose sins are crucify'd Should raise them from the dead. 3 We will be slaves no more, Since Christ has made us free, Has nail'd our tyrants to his cross, And bought our liberty. WATTs.
HY does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear ! What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair : 2 What though your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And, aiming at the eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise 1 3 What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And hath its curs'd foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell? 4 See here an endless ocean flows Of never-failing gracel
Behold a dying Saviour's veins
The sacred flood increase !
5. It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound;
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne'er be found.
6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pardoning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts. WATTs,
HYMN 391. L. M. Christ, the King, at his table. Solomon's Song, i. 2–5, 12,13,17.
ET him embrace my soul, and prove
My interest in his heav'nly love;
The voice that tells me, “Thou art mine,”
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came
And spread the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms;
My soul shall fly into thine arms:
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
4 Wonders and pleasure tune our voice
To speak thy praises and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.
5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear,
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.
6 While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathes like spikenard round the room
As myrrh, new-bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me;
And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.
No beams of cedar or of fir t
Can with thy courts on earth compare;
And here we wait until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above. WATTs.
HYMN 392. L. M.
We walk by Faith, not by Sight.
3. IS by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.
Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way. .
So Abrah’m, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God: .
His faith beheld the promis'd land,
And fir’d his zeal along the road. WATTs.
HYMN 393. Hallelujah Metre,
Christ the Living Stone.
ITH ecstacy of joy
Extol his glorious name,
Who rear'd the spacious earth,
And rais'd our mortal frame:
He built the church who spread the sky,
Shout and exalt his honours high.
2 See the foundation laid
By power and love divine;
In Christ, his best lov’d Son,
How bright his glories shine!
Who yields to death—in dust he lies,
That from his tomb a church might rise.
3 But he for ever lives,
Nor for himself alone ;
Each saint new life derives
From him the living stone;
His influence spreads through every soul,
And in one house unites the whole.
4. To him with joy we move,
In him cemented stand,
The living temple grows
And owns the founder's hand:
That structure, Lord! still higher raise,
Louder to sound its builder's praise.
5 Descend and shed abroad
The tokens of thy grace ;
And with more radiant beams
Let glory fill the place.
Our joyful souls shall prostrate fall,
And own our God is all in all. DoDDRIDGE
HYMN 394. L. M. Miracles of Christ. HAT works of wisdom, power and love Do Jesus' high commission prove Attest his heaven-derived elaim, And glorify his Father's name !
2 On eyes that never saw the day,
He pours the bright celestial ray;
And deafen'd ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
3 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes Rejoicing in the strength that flows