All hail, reproach, and welcome, pain!
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
8 My life, my blood, I here present,
If for thy truth, they may be spent:
Fulfil thy sovereign counsel, Lord!
Thy will be done, thy name adored!
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I SWEET Jesu! when I think on Thee,
My heart for joy doth leap in me:
Thy blest remembrance yields delight,
But far more sweet will be thy sight.
2 Of Him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
When with his name I'm charm'd in song,
I wish myself all ear and tongue.
3 The joy's too great, I must confess;
1 feel a bliss I can't express:
Thy love, my Saviour, ne'er can cloy,
Fountain of bliss, and source of joy.
4 O, let me ever share thy grace,
Still taste thy love, and view thy face!
Still let my tongue resound thy name,
And Jesus be my constant theme.
5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare,
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
The end of faith the salvation of the soul.
1 No more with trembling heart I try
A multitude of things;
Still wishing to find out that point,
From whence salvation springs,
My anchor's cast; cast on a Rock,
Where I shall ever rest
From all the labour of my thoughts,
And workings of my breast.
2 What is my anchor? if you ask-
A hungry, helpless mind,
Diving, with misery for its weight,
Till firmest grace it find.
What is my Rock? "Tis Jesus Christ,
Whom faithless eyes pass o'er;
Yet there, all sinners anchor may,
And ne'er be shaken more.
The foundation of God standeth sure.
I Now I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul's anchor may remain ;
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.
2 Father, thy everlasting grace
Our scanty thoughts surpasses far;
Thou melt'st with parent's tenderness.
Thy arms of love still open are;
Thy heart o'er sinners can't but break.
Whether thy grace we slight or take.
3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss !
My sins are swallow'd up in thee;
Cover'd is my unrighteousness,
From condemnation now I'm free;
While Jesus' blood through earth and skies.
Mercy, free boundless Mercy! cries.
4 With faith I plunge me in this sea;
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest:
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour's breast:
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that's written here.
5 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head. Tho' strength, and health, and friends!
Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead;
Tho' every comfort be withdrawn,
Steadfast on this my soul relies :-
Father, thy mercy never dies.
6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away :
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.
I AND can it be, that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died He for me, who caused his pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be,
That Thou, my Lord, should'st die for me! 2 'Tis mystery all! The' Immortal dies! Who can explore this strange design? In vain the first-born seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine! 'Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above, (So free, so infinite, his grace!) Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race: 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me!
4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night: Thine eye diffused a quickening rayI woke the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth, and follow'd Thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in Him, is mine:
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the' eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
1 How do thy mercies close me round! For ever be thy name adored;
I blush, in all things to abound;
The servant is above his Lord!
2 Inured to poverty and pain,
A suffering life my Master led;
The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head!
3 But, lo! a place He hath prepared
For me, whom watchful angels keep;
Yea, He Himself becomes my guard;
He smoothes my bed, and gives me sleep.
4 Jesus protects; my fears, begone!
What can the Rock of Ages move?
Safe in thy arms, I lay me down,
Thy everlasting arms of love.
5 While Thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my rest?
Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy,
I lean upon my Saviour's breast.
6 I rest beneath the' Almighty's shade,
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay'd,
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.
7 Me for thine own Thou lov'st to take,
In time, and in eternity;
Thou never, never wilt forsake
A helpless soul that trusts in Thee.
The Christian encouraged.
GIVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismay'd;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves, through clouds and storms.
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time; so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.
He every where hath way,
And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
When He makes bare his arm,
What shall his work withstand?
When He his people's cause defends,
Who, who shall stay his hand?
Leave to his sovereign sway,
To choose, and to command;
With wonder fill'd, thou then shalt own,
How wise, how strong his hand :
Thou comprehend'st Him not;
Yet earth and heaven tell,
God sits as sovereign on the throne,
He ruleth all things well.
Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to Thee:
O, lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!
Let us, in life and death,
Boldly thy truth declare;
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love, and guardian care.
The examples of the saints.
1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see
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