In light, as God is in the light,
I walk by faith, and sin no more.
1 IN a land of strange delight,
My transported spirit stray'd;
I awake where all is night,
Silence, solitude, and shade.
2 Is the dream of Nature flown?
Is the universe destroyed,
Man extinct, and I alone
Breathing through the formless void?
3 No: my soul, in God rejoice;
Through the gloom his light I see,
In the silence hear his voice,
And his hand is over me.
4 When I slumber in the tomb,
He will guard my resting-place;
Fearless, in the day of doom,
May I see Him face to face.
Mercies acknowledged.
LESS than the least of all
Thy mercies, Lord, are we;
Yet, for the greatest we may call,
The greatest are most free.
Thy Son Thou didst not spare,
Yet us Thou sparest still;
Him didst Thou send our guilt to bear,
Our righteousness fulfil.
3 For such amazing grace,
What can poor sinners give?
At thy command, we seek thy face;
We meet our Judge, and live.
The world we would forsake,
O save us for thy mercies' sake!
O save us, we are thine!
Meanwhile, as pilgrims here,
Who seek our home above,
Thee may we serve with holy fear,
And love with child-like love.
1 THE tender mercy of our Lord,
And his long-suffering grace,
The loving-kindness of his word,
We every moment trace.
2 Our bread is given, our water sure,
Body and soul sustain'd;
O may we to the end endure,
Till heaven itself is gain'd!
1 FOOD, raiment, dwelling, health and friends,
Thou, Lord, hast made our lot;
With Thee our bliss begins and ends,
As we are thine, or not.
2 For these we bend the humble knee,
Our thankful spirits bow;
Yet from thy gifts we turn to Thee:-
Be Thou our portion, THOU!
1 BE known to us in breaking bread,
But do not then depart:
Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.
2 There sup with us in love divine;
-Thy body and thy blood,
That living bread, that heavenly wine,
Be our immortal food.
For a Sermon before a Society for the recovery of persons apparently drowned.
1 WHEN Israel, press'd by Pharaoh, stood Affrighted, on the Red-Sea shore,
At thy rebuke, O Lord, the flood Retired, the ransom'd tribes pass'd o'er. 2 When Jonah was cast out to die,
And all thy storms went o'er his head, Thou from the depths didst hear his cry, And raise him thence as from the dead. 3 When Peter, walking on the wave, Felt his faith fail, his footsteps sink, Thy blessed Son was there to save, And snatch'd him from destruction's brink. 4 Within thy courts, great God, behold A little, grateful band appear;
O'er these the whelming waters roll'd, But help was nigh, and they are here; 5 Here, in thy courts, their vows to pay, And praise Thee with their living breath: -Where had their spirits been this day, Hadst Thou not rescued them from death? 6 Redeem'd from the devouring tomb, Restored to life, and joy, and bliss, O save them from a deeper doom, And to a happier world than this!
For a Female Friendly Society. 1 OUR soul shall magnify the Lord, In Him our spirit shall rejoice; Assembled here with sweet accord, Our hearts shall praise Him with our voice.
2 Since He regards our low estate,
And hears his handmaids when they pray,
We humbly plead at mercy's gate,
Where none are ever turn'd away.
3 The poor are his peculiar care,
To them his promises are sure;
His gifts "the poor in spirit" share;
O may we always thus be poor!
4 God of our hope, to Thee we bow,
Thou art our refuge in distress;
The Husband of the widow Thou,
The Father of the fatherless.
5 May we thy law of love fulfil,
To bear each other's burdens here;
Suffer and do thy righteous will,
And walk in all thy faith and fear.
6 Didst Thou not give thy Son to die
For our transgressions, in our stead?
And can thy goodness aught deny
To those for whom thy Son hath bled?
7 Then may our union, here begun,
Endure for ever, firm and free';
At thy right hand may we be one,
One with each other, and with Thee.
For a Public Hospital.
1 WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wander'd here,
Where'er He went, affliction fled,
And sickness rear'd her fainting head.
2 The eye that roll'd in irksome night,
Beheld his face,-for God is light;
The opening ear, the looseu'd tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.
3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame,
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold grave He bow'd his head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.
4 Demoniac madness, dark and wild,
In his inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lighten'd through the soul.
5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumph'd, we would tread
To all, with willing hands dispense
The crumbs of our benevolence.
6 Hark! the sweet voice of pity calls
Misfortune to these hallow'd walls;
The breaking heart, the wounded breast,
And helpless poverty, distress'd.
7 Here the whole family of wo
Shall friends, and home, and comfort know;
The blasted form, and shipwreck'd mind
Shall here a tranquil haven find.
8 And Thou, dread Power, whose sovereign breath
Is health or sickness, life or death,
This favour'd mansion deign to bless;
The cause is thine,-O send success!
The poor praying for bread in time of scarcity.
1 To God most awful and most high,
Who form'd the earth, the sea, the sky,
To Him, on whom all worlds depend,
Our humbled hearts in sighs we send.
2 Will He who hears the ravens cry,
Reject our prayers, and bid us die?
Will He refuse his help to yield,
Who clothes the lilies of the field?
3 Pale famine lifts, at his command,
Her withering arm, and blasts the land;
The harvests perish, at her breath;
Her train are want, disease, and death.
4 But when He smiles, the desert blooms,
New life is born among the tombs;
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