Not all that earth and hell can say,
Shall turn my Father's heart away.
My Lord, my Conqu’ror, and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing;
Thine is the vict'ry, and I sit
A joyful subject at thy feet.
Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds,
The “Captain of Salvation," leads:
March on, nor fear to win the day,
Tho' death and hell obstruct the way.
Should death and hell, and pow'rs unknown,
Put all their forms of mischief on,
I shall be safe ; for Christ displays,
Salvation in more sov'reign ways.
168. My Soul hath desired thee in the Night.

C. M.
'Twas in the night, when troubles came,

I sought, my God, for thee;
But found no refuge in that name,

That once supported me.
I sought thee, but I found thee not,

For all was dark within ;
Thy tender mercy I forgot,

To me, when dead in sin.
I saw no day-star in the skies,

Wrapp'd in perpetual gloom;
I said, “When will that Sun arise

“ That shall my soul illume?"

With cords of his eternal love, 'Twas thus

my

soul he drew, And taught my faithless heart to prove,

His oath and promise true. The path was rugged to my feet,

Yet still I follow'd thee;
Went often to thy mercy seat,

With “ God remember me."
At length my Sun's refulgent beam,

Thro' the dark cloud appear'd;
My night of woe was like a dream,

My soul was blest and cheer'd.
My God, I felt thy goodness then,

Was sweetly led to see
That thou dost rule the fates of men,

And all things are of thee. 169. The Angel of the Covenant. S. M. Thou very paschal Lamb,

Whose blood for us was shed; Through whom we out of Egypt came,

Thy ransom'd people lead.
Angel of gospel grace,

Fulfil thy character ;
To guard and feed thy chosen race,

In Israel's camp appear.
Throughout the desert way,

Conduct us by thy light;
Be thou a cooling cloud by day,

A cheering fire by night.

Our fainting souls sustain,

With blessings from above; And ever on thy people rain

The manna of thy love.

170. Christ Lord of All. C. M. All hail the power of Jesu's name!

Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of All.
Let high born seraphs tune the lyre,

And, as they tune it, fall
Before his face who tunes their choir,

And crown Him Lord of All. Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fix'd this floating ball, Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown Him Lord of All. Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,

Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of All. Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransom'd of the fall, Hail Him, who saves you by his grace,

And crown Him Lord of All. Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom David Lord did call, The God Incarnate, Man Divine,

And crown Him Lord of All.

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown Him Lord of All.

Let every tribe and every tongue,

That bound creation's ball, Now shout in universal song,

The crowned Lord of All.

ADDRESSES TO CHRIST.

171. For Increase in Grace.

C. M.

GIVE me, Saviour, give me still

My poverty to know: Increase my faith, each day in grace

And knowledge may I grow. Open still more the mystery

Of thy dear bleeding cross; And for this precious pearl, let me

Count all things else but dross. O how transcendent is that grace,

Which thou dost then bestow, When nothing in myself I feel

But misery and woe! 'Tis then indeed, my gracious Lord,

Thy suffering state I see, And through that vail with joy behold

Thy tend'rest love to me.

172. Come, Lord Jesus. 8. 7. Come, thou long-expected Jesus,

Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,

Let us find our rest in thee,
Israel's strength and consolation,

Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of every nation,

Joy of every longing heart.
Born thy people to deliver,

Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring !
By thine own eternal Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne!

173. Longing for Christ. O

COME, thou wounded Lamb of God! Come wash us in thy cleansing blood! Give us to know thy love, then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. Take our poor hearts, and let them be For ever clos'd to all but thee; Seal thou our breasts, and let us wear That pledge of love for ever there. How can it be, thou heav'nly King, That thou should'st man to glory bring,

L. M.