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And a new creature, body, soul,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
300. The Christian's Felicity. Why should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow'r. Tho' hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either flee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield? When creature-comforts fade and die. . Worldlings may weep, but why should I? Jesus still lives, and still is 'nigh. Tho' all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread, I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supply'd; But Jesus knows, and will provide. Tho? sin would fill me with distress, The throne of grace I dare address; For Jesus is my righteousness. Tho' faint my pray’rs, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove, While Jesus intercedes above. Against me earth and hell combine; But on my side is pow'r divine; Jesus is all, and he is minę,
301. The Christian's Prayer. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To fetch thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand? .
Be found at thy right hand ?
Tho'vilest of them all;
When thou for them shalt call!
In this th' accepted day:
Nor let me fall I pray.
To see thy smiling face;
With shouts of sov'reign grace.
302. Christian Conflict. What jarring natures dwell within, Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
I feel the aid its comforts yield,
303. Christian Conflict. With melting heart, and weeping eyes, My guilty soul for mercy cries ;
What shall I do, or whither flee,
T'escape that vengeance due to me! 'Till now I saw no danger nigh; I liv'd at ease,, por fear'd to die; Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, • I shall have peace at last,' I cry’d. But when, great God, thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, Then I beheld, with trembling awe, The terrors of thy holy law. How dreadful now my guilt appears, In childhood, youth, and growing years! Before thy pure discerning eye, Lord, what a filthy wretch am I! Should vengeance still my soul pursue, Death and destruction are my due; Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, And bid a dying sinner live.. Does not thy sacred word proclaim Salvation free in Jesu's name? To him I look, and humbly cry, • O save a wretch condemn'd to die!'
. 304. Christian Conflict. When any turn from Zion's way,
((Alas! what numbers do!) Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
• Wilt thou forsake me too Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
To save a wretch like me;
If I should turn from thee?
Can never reach my case,
But in thy boundless grace.
And bid my fears depart;
And satisfy my heart.
If I will also go?
I humbly answer, No!
PUBLIC, FAMILY, AND SOCIAL WORSHIP
CHURCH FELLOWSHIP AND HAPPINESS.
305. A Prayer for Ministers. Father of Mercies, bow thine .ear, Attentive to our earnest pray’r; We plead for those who plead for thee; Successful pleaders may they be!