Tho' weak, I'm strong, tho' troubled, blest; HYMN 141. (L. M. HONITON.) With God is no variableness, nor shadow of turning. 1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, great Redeemer ! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of Thee. 3 O let me then at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn, That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn!* 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, gracious Lord! one look from Thee, Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine; Thou therefore all the praise receive; * James i. 17: Be not dismayed, for I am thy God. Isa. xli. 10. 1 THE saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect his aid, 2 This Abraham found ;--he raised the knife; 3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; 4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, 5 Blest proofs of grace and power divine, 6 I'll wait his seasonable aid; Though oft denied, I'll wait: * Gen. xxii. 10-14. Jonah i. 17. +1 Sam, xxiii, 7. The Christian made more than conqueror. 1 WHEN heaves with sighs my anxious breast 2 When earth, and hell, and this vile heart, To wound, destroy my soul agree, Through grace I act theconqueror's part,-- 3 Wounded, perplex'd, hardly bested,* 4 When the cold damps of death bedew HYMN 144. (L. M. PANCRAS.) Conflict with the powers of darkness. 1 My soul is sad, and much dismay'd:- Isa. viii. 21. Zech. iii. 1. Rev. xii. 10. 2 See, from the ever-burning lake, 4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord; 5 Come then, and chase the cruel host; Heal the deep wounds I have received; Nor let the powers of darkness boast, That I am foil'd, and thou art grieved. HYMN 145. (C. M. CAMBRIDGE.) The Christian rejoicing with trembling. 1 I was a grovelling creature once, The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breathed upon a worm, Wings such as clothe an angel's form, 3 With these to Pisgah'st top I fly, * Bph. vi. 16. + Deut. iii. 27. To view, beneath a shining sky, 4 The Lord of all the vast domain The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see. 5 How glorious is my pilgrimage! To Thee for help I call; I stand upon a mountain's edge;- 6 Though much exalted in the Lord, HYMN 146. (L. M. PANCRas.) The Christian lamenting the remains of sin. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, Nor would thy least commandments slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, I mourn the anguish of the bite. 2 But though the poison lurks within, Hope bids me still with patience wait, Till death shall set me free from sin; Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest, |