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240. The Christian safe in Christ.
241. Ask and receive.
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
242. Ebenezer. Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I'm fixt upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love! Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood. 0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart, Lord, take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above !
243. The Christian retiring. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far, From scenes where Satan wages
still His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree,
For those who follow thee.
her mean abode, 0! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God! There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Sweet source of light divine !
My Saviour, thou art mine!
A boundless, endless store,
244. Christian Gratitude. For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
My soul, what canst thou give ?
What can I bring him forth?
My all is nothing worth.
For all he has bestow'd,
And call upon my God.
So wretched and so poor,
And ask him still for more.
No works have I to boast;
247. Pleading with God. God of my life, to thee I call, Afficted at thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! Friend of the friendless, and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee, whose open dour Invites the helpless and the poor? Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
248. The Christian encouraged. HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: • Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?' I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ?