333. The ignorance of man. 1 BEHOLD Yon new-born infant grieved 2 Aloud the speechless suppliant cries, The woes that in its bosom rise, 3 That infant, whose advancing hour (Sad proof of sin's transmissive power!) 4 A childhood yet my thoughts confess, 5 Author of good, to Thee I turn : Alone can all my wants discern ; 6.0 let thy fear within me dwell, 7 And O, by error's force subdued, 8 Not to my wish, but to my want, Unask'd, what good Thou knowest grant; 334. "As thy day, so shall thý strength be.” 1 AFFLICTED saint! to Christ draw near; Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear: His faithful word declares to thee, That "as thy day, thy strength shall be." 2 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong; And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee; For "as thy day, thy strength shall be." 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name : In fiery trials thou shalt see, That "as thy day, thy strength shall be." 4 When call'd by Him to bear the cross, Reproach, affliction, pain, or loss, Or deep distress, and poverty; Still" as thy day, thy strength shall be." 5 When death at length appears in view, Christ's presence shall the fears subdue: He comes to set thy spirit free; And as thy day, thy strength shall be." 335. The Christian more than conqueror. I WHEN heaves with sighs my anxious breast, 2 When earth, and hell, and this vile heart, 3 Wounded, perplex'd, hardly bestead, 4 When the cold damps of death bedew Christ shall my fainting soul renew; 5 When to resist me, near the throne, 336. Hope in trouble. 1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 4 It is that hope with ardour glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harass'd conscience feels 60 let me wing my hallowed flight And soar above these clouds of night, 337. The sorrowful Pilgrim. 1 THOU wretched man of sorrow, That pain, with life, shall end. 2 My comforts all are blasted, And, faint with grief, I languish, To sink among the dead, 3 From all I suffer here, (If God my sins forgive,) I there, redeem'd, shall live: No sin to stain my thought, 4 No heart-distracting passion I shall no longer mourn; The rose without a thorn. 5 In hope of that salvation, I weep at rescue near, 338. Solitary affliction. 1 GREAT Author of my being, Who seest mine inward care, The ills of thy decreeing Enable me to bear; The justice of thy sentence O might I now receive : 3 Thou know'st my heart's desire Is only to be gone, And silently retire, And live, and die alone: Or close these weary eyes. 4 But O, Thou God of power, When pain with life shall end! |