And lead me to Jesus for peace The rock that is higher than I. 4 Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice;" Thy presence is fair to behold; Attend to my sorrows and cries, And groanings that cannot be told, 5 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, My hold of thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep. 6 While harass'd and cast from thy sight, The tempter suggests with a roar, "The Lord hath forsaken thee quite, "Thy God will be gracious no more." 7 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd No covenant blessing for me, Ah! tell me, how is it I find, Some sweetness in waiting for thee? 8 Almighty to rescue thou art;

Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r;
Come, succor and gladden my heart,
Let this be the day of thy pow'r.

348. 148th. De Courcey's Col
Who can tell?...Jonah iii. 9.

REAT God! to thee I make

1 GR

2

My wants and sorrows known;
And with an humble hope
Approach thine awful throne;
Tho' by my sins deserving hell,
I'll not despair, for who can tell?

To thee, who by a word

My drooping soul canst cheer,
And by thy Spirit, form
Thy glorious image there!
My foes subdue, my fears dispel,
I'll daily seek, for who can tell?

3

5

1.

2

In danger or distress,
To thee alone I fly;

Implore thy pow'rful help,
And at thy footstool lie:

My case bemoan, my wants reveal,
And patient wait, for who can tell?

My heart misgives me oft,
And conscience storms within;
One gracious look from thee,
Will make it all serene :

Satan suggests that I shall dwell
In endless flames, but who can tell?

Curst unbelief, begone,

Ye doubts, fly swift away:
God hath an ear to hear,
While I've an heart to pray
If he be mine, all will be well,
Forever so, and who can tell?

349. S. M. Hoskins. Hypocrite....Job xxvii. 8. ET hypocrites attend,

And view their awful state;

Consider well their latter end,
Before it be too late.

Religion's form is vain,
While we deny its pow'r!
What will the hypocrite obtain,
In death's tremendous hour?

But all his profit will be pain,

When God shall take his soul.

4 Then, O what dread surprize,
What horror and dismay,

When death shall open wide his eyes,
And tear his mask away!

5 Lord, search and know my heart,
And make my soul sincere;
And bid hypocrisy depart,

And keep my conscience clear.

350. C. M. Cruden.

Impatient for Death-It's better for me to die than to live.... Jonah iv. 8.

1

WHY

WHY thus impatient to be gone?
Such wishes breathe no more-
Let him, who lock'd thy spirit in,

When meet, unbolt the door.

2 Why wouldst thou snatch the victor's palm,
Before the conquest's won?
Or wish to seize th' immortal prize,
Ere yet the race is run.

3 Inglorious wish to haste away
And leave thy work undone!
To serve thy Lord will please no less,
Than praising round the throne.

4 While thou art standing in the field,
For bliss thou'lt riper grow;

1

Then wait the Lord's appointed time,
'Till he shall bid thee go.

351. L. M. Dorrington.
Inconstancy lamented.

DE

EAR Jesus, when, when shall it be
That I no more shall break with thee?

When will this war of passion cease,
And I enjoy a lasting peace?

2 Here I repent, and sin again,

Sometimes revive, sometimes am slain ;
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which O, too often wounds my heart.
3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in thee-
The fulness of thy promise prove,
And feast on thine eternal love?

1

352. S. M. Newton.

Inconstancy lamented....Rom. vii. 19.
I WOULD, but cannot sing,

I would but cannot pray;
For satan meets me when I
And frights my soul away.

2 I would, but can't repent,
Tho' I endeavor oft;

3

4

5

try,

This stony heart can ne'er relent,
'Till Jesus makes it soft.

I would, but cannot love,
Tho' woo'd by love divine;
No arguments have pow'r to mové
A soul so base as mine.

I would, but cannot rest,

In God's most holy will;

I know what he appoints is best,

Yet murmur at it still,

O could I but believe!

Then all would easy be ;

I would but cannot-(Lord relieve ;)
My help must come from thee!

But if indeed I would,

Tho' I can nothing do;

Yet the desire is something good,

For which my praise is due,

8

Wilt thou not crown at length,
The work thou has begun?
And with a will afford me strength

In all thy ways to run?

1

353. C. M. L
Infant's Praise.

ALMIGHTY God, while earth and heav'n

Thy pow'r and skill proclaim;
Wilt thou permit a child to sing
The honors of thy name?

2 Shall mortals aim at themes so great,
Or raise their notes so high,

When seraphs low beneath thy feet,.
In self abasement lie?

3 Tho' Gabriel tunes immortal lyres,
To sweet seraphic lays;

Th' Eternal hears when infant tongues
Attempt to lift his praise.

4 The early dawn of op'ning life,
Has prov'd thy guardian care;
Nor shall I less thro? future years,
Thy grace and goodness share..
5 Behold I give myself to thee,
And in thy name confide;
Most gracious God, O deign to be
My Father, Friend, and Guide.

Come and see.... John i. 46.

1 ESUS, dear name, how sweet it sounds! Replete with balm for all my wounds! His word declares his grace is free, Come, needy sinner, come and see. 2 He left the shining courts on high, Came to our world to bleed and die : Jesus, the God, hung on a tree: Come, thoughtless sinner, come and see. 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, 'Till death had done its dreadful part: Yet his dear love still burns to thee; Come, trembling sinner, come and see.