Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
518 LOVE and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe, Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze.
Love I much? I've more forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
519 SOVEREIGN of heaven! thine empire
O'er all the world on high,
And at thy frown the infernal powers
In wild confusion fly.
Like lightning, from his glittering throne
The great arch-traitor fell,
Driven with enormous ruin down
To infamy and hell.
Permitted now to range at large,
And traverse earth and air,
O'er captive human souls he reigns,
And boasts his kingdom there.
Yet thence thy grace can drive him out,
With one almighty word;
O send thy potent sceptre forth,
And reign victorious, Lord!
520 LORD, what are we and what our race,
That thou dost us for brethren own,
Crown'd thus with dignity and grace
To brightest cherubim unknown?
What can we do to make return,
Or half our gratitude express?
To thee our souls' affections turn,
With all our hearts thy name we bless.
SOW in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broadcast it o'er the land!
Thou canst not toil in vain :
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry
Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.
Then, when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel reapers shall descend,
And heaven sing, " Harvest home!"
522 THE church, while yet she ripens here,
Mix'd and imperfect must appear;
Sinners and saints together meet,
The tares are mingled with the wheat.
But a dividing day will come,
And hypocrites must hear their doom,
66 Depart, accurs'd, to endless woe,
Prepared for devils and for you."
Lord, may I then accepted stand
Among the wheat at thy right hand;
Before the angels stand confest,
And hear thy lips proclaim me blest.
523 THE volume of my Father's grace
Does all my griefs assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
Almost in every page.
This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise
Who makes that pearl his own.
524 FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill,
But one was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea, "Be still!"
And the wind ceased-it ceased: that
word
Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And fell beneath his eye.
And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast;
They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep,
When sultry day is past.
THE powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain ;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursèd chain.
Th' Almighty King of saints
Our tyrant lusts subdues,
Expels the demons from our minds,
And all our soul renews.
For our own cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise ;
Our hearts shall glow with gratitude,
Our lips proclaim his praise.
526 IN secret fear she came behind
And healing virtue stole,
But Jesus spake a loving word,
"Thy faith hath made thee whole."
Like her, with hopes and fears I come
To touch thee if I may,
Oh! do not on thy servant frown,
But send me healed away.
527 YE servants of God, your Master pro
claim,
[name;
And publish abroad his wonderful
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules
over all.
Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son;
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship
the Lamb.
528 SHOULD persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name ;
In fiery trials thou shalt see [be."
That, "as thy days, thy strength shall
When call'd to bear the weighty cross
Of sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,
Still, as thy days, thy strength shall
529 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer;
75. He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
Lord, I cast on thee my care,
Thou hast bid me leave it there;
For my heavenly Father knows
All my griefs, and wants, and woes.
530THY providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share; L.M. The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care.
My God! how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs;
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
"IF it be thou"-oh! bid me come,
Dark though the waters be;
I will not fear, if thou art near,
And bid'st me come to thee.
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