His faithful word declares to thee,
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be. GRACES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT,
HYMN 107. C. M. Cowper.
Rochester, York, St. Anns.
Contentment.
FIERCE passions discompose the
As tempests vex the sea;
But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we trust in thee.
2 In vain by reason, and by rule,
We try to bend For none but in the Saviour's school
2 Let not thy heart despond, and say,
How shall I stand. the trying day?
He has engaged, by firm decree,
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be..
3. Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;
And, if the conflict should be long,
Lord will make the tempter flee: 1.
For, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
4 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou shalt see,
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
5 When call'd to bear thy weighty cross,
Or sore affliction, pain or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,-
Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
6 When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue;
He comes to set thy spirit free;
And, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
HOLY SPIRIT.
HYMN 105. S. M..
Dover, Shirland.
The Holy Spirit invoked.
HOME, Holy Spirit, come;
With energy divine;
And on this poor benjghted soul
With beams of mercy shine.
2 From the celestial hills,
Life, light, and joy dispense!
And may I daily, hourly feel.
Thy quickening influence.
3. Melt, melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew.
4 Mine will the profit be,
But thine shall be the praise;
And unto thee I will devote
The remnant of my days.
HYMN 106. L. M..
Eaton, Bath.
Apropitious gale longed for. AT anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry, "Sweet Spirit, come!
"Celestial breeze, no longer stay, "But swell my sails, and speed my way! 2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, "And loose my cable from below; "But I can only spread my sail; [gate!" "Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious
Cần learn the heavenly skill.
3 Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care.
4." Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said,
"Then how canst thou complain
"How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
"With everlasting pain!
5"If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd,
"Compare thy griefs with mine;
"Think what my love for thee endur'd,
"And thou wilt not repine.
6 "'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
"And I do all things well; [spot,
"Thou soon shalt leave this wretched
"And rise with me to dwell.
7" In life my grace shall strength supply,
"Proportion'd to thy day;
"At death thou still shalt find me nigh,
"To wipe thy tears away.
8 Thus I, who once my wretched days
In vain repining spent;
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.
HYMN 108.. L. M. Watts's Sermons.
Bath, Winchester.
Faith connected with salvation.
NO OT by the laws of innocence
Can Adam's sons arrive at heaven;
New works can give us no pretence
To have our ancient sins forgiven.
2 Not the best deeds that we have done
Can make a wounded conscience whole:
Faith is the grace, and faith alone,
That flies to Christ, and saves the soul.
3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word!
Fain would I have my soul renew'd:
I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord
To have it pardon'd and subdu'd.
40 may thy grace its power display; 4 Let fear and love, most holy God!
Let guilt and death no longer reign;
Save me in thine appold way,
Nor let my humble faitu be vain!
HYMN 109. C.M. Watts's Sermons.
Bangor, Barby.
Faith in the sacrifice of Christ. WHERE shall the guilty sinner go,
find a sure relief?
Can bleeding bulls or goats bestow
A balm to ease my grief?
20 never let my thoughts renounce
The gospel of my God,
Where vilest crimes are cleans'd at once
In Christ's atoning blood.
3 Here rest my faith, and ne'er remove;
Here let repentance rise;
While I behold his bleeding love,
His dying agonies,
HYMN 110. L.M. Watts's Serm. Xorb
Putney, Quercy, Wells.
Faithfulness.
HATH God been faithful to his word,
And sent to men his promis'd grace?
Shall I not imitate the Lord,
And practise what my lips profess?
2 Hath Christ fulfilled his kind design,
The dreadful work he undertook,
And died to make salvation mine,
And well perform'd whatever he spoke ?
3 Doth not his faithfulness afford
A noble theme to raise my song?
And shall I dare deny my Lord,
Or utter falsehood with my tongue?
4 My King, my Saviour, and my God!
Let grace my sinful soul renew,
Wash my offences with thy blood,
And make my heart sincere and true.
HYMN 111. C. M. Needham. *
St. Martins, York, St. Davids.
Fear of God.
APPY beyond description he,
Who fears the Lord his God;
Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.
2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells With its fair partner, love,
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave;
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his father's will,
And loves as much as fears.
Possess this soul of mine; Then shall I worship thee aright, And taste thy joys divine.
HYMN 112. C.M. Watts's Sermons.
Parma, Mear, Irish.
Holy fortitude.
a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,-
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas!
3 Are there no foes, for me to face,
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine,
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
HYMN 113. L. M. Watts's Sermons.
Green's Hundredth, Quercy, Bath.
Fortitude, or remedies against fech.
WHEN tumults of unruly fear
in my heart,
there
What shall I do to calm my breast,
And get the vexing foe supprest?
2 What power can these wild thoughts
This ruffling tempest of the soul? [control?
Where shall I fly in this distress,
But to the throne of glorious grace?
3. My faith would seize some promise, Lord;
There's power and safety in in t thy word;
Not all that earth or hell can say
Shall tempt or drive my soul away.
41 call the days of old to mind,
My heavenly friend is still the same;
When I have found my God was kind;
Salvation to his holy name.
5Great God, preservemy conscience clean,
Wash me from guilt, forgive my sin;
Thy love shall guard me from surprise,
Tho' threatening dangers round me rise.
6 When fear like a wild ocean raves,
Let Jesus walk upon the waves,
And say, "'tis I;" that heavenly voice
Shall sink the storm and raise my joys.
HYMN 114. L. M. Watts's Sermons. *
All Saints, Winchester, Portugal.
Gravity and decency.
1B
EHOLD the sons, the heirs of God,
☑ So dearly bought with Jesus' blood!
Are they not born to heavenly joys,
And shall they stoop to earthly toys?
2 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth,
Well suit the honours of their birth?
Shall they be fond of gay attire,
Which children love, and fools admire?
3. Lord, raise our hearts and passions.
Touch our vain souls with sacred fire; Then, with a heaven-directed eye We'll pass these glittering trifles by. 4.We'll look. on all the toys below With such disdain as angels do; And wait the call that bids us rise To mansions promis'd in the skies..
HYMN 115. L. M. Watts's Sermons. b
Things of good report. 1TS it a thing of good report, 1. To squander life and time away? To cut the hours of duty short, While toys and follies waste the day. 52 Doth this become the Christian name, To venture near the tempter's door? To sort with men of evil fame, And yet presume to stand secure? 3.Am I my own sufficient guard, While L'expose my soul to shame? Can the short joys of sin reward The lasting blemish of my name? 40 may it be my constant choice To walk with men of grace below, Till I arrive where heavenly joys, And never fading honours grow.
'Tis not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair,
4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers;
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.
5 Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew:
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.
His doctrine is almighty love;
There's virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.
JESUS, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow the aspiring Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
HYMN 117. L. M. Steele.
Castle Street, Quercy, Blendon.
Happy poverty; or, the poor in spirit blessed.
IVE humble souls, complain no more;
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest..
2 When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
3 In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours!
4 A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health and peace and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies.-
5 There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious Friend, that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise
To crowns of joy and songs of praise..
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break 16 All else, which we our treasure call,
And breaking soon relieve.
4 Thus melt us down, our gracious Friend,
And make us thine alone:
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne,
HYMN 119. L. M. Enfield. b
Carthage, Winchester.
Humility,
HEREFORE should
child of clay,
Who, from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day-
O why should mortal man be proud?
2 His brightest visions just appear,
Then vanish, and no more are found;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear
A breath may level with the ground!
3 By doubt perplex'd, in error lost,
With trembling step he seeks his way,
How vain of wisdom's gifts the boast!
Of reason's lamp how faint the ray!
4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,
Are crowded in life's little span:
How ill, alas, does pride become
That erring, guilty creature, man.
5 God of my life, Father divine!
Give me a meek and lowly mind:
In modest worth O let me shine,
And peace in humble virtue find.
HYMN 120. L. M. Doddridge. *
Old Hundred, Psalım Ninety-seventh.
Rejoicing in God.
THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;
O'er all the earth his power extends;
All heaven before his footstool bends.
2 Yet justice still with power presides,
And mercy all his empire guides:
Mercy and truth are his delight,
And saints are lovely in his sight.
3 No more, ye wise! your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong! your valour trust;
No more, ye rich! survey your store,-
Elate with heaps of shining ore.
May in one fatal moment fall;
But what their happiness can move,
Whom God, the blessed, deigns to love?
HYMN 121. S. M. Doddridge. &
Dover, Pelham.
Rejoicing in the ways of God.
voices join
To form sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along..
Now let our
2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.
3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
4 See Salem's. golden spires
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
In beauteous prospect rise;
Which sparkle through the skies.
5 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way,
To him who leads the wanderers on
To realms of endless day.
HYMN 122. L. M. Watts's Sermons.
Portugal,, Shoel,
Justice and equity.
BLESSED Redeemer! how divine,
is this rule of thine, righteous "Never to deal with others worse "Than we would have them deal with
2 This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind nor memory pain,
And every conscience must approve
This universal law of love.
3'Tis written in each mortal breast,
Where all our tenderest wishes rest;
We draw it from our inmost veins,
Where love to self resides and reigns.
4 Glory, ye saints, in this alone,- 4 Is reason ever at a loss?
That God, your God, to you is known:
That you have own'd his sov'reign sway, That you have felt his cheering ray. 5-Our wisdom, wealth, and power we find
In one Jehovah all combin'd:
On him we fix our roving eyes,
And all our souls in raptures rise.
Call in self-love to judge the cause; Let our own fondest passion show How we should treat our neighbour too. 5 How bless'd would every nation prove, Thus ruled by equity and love! All would be friends, without a foe, And form a paradise below.
HYMN 123. C.M. Watts's Sermons.bor* 13 Upon your bounty's willing wings
Bedford, Bangor.
Justice and equity.
1COME, let us search our ways and see: Have they been just and right?
Is the great rule of equity
Our practice and delight?
2 What we would have our neighbour do,
Have we still done the same?
From others ne'er withheld the due,
Which we from others claim?
3. Have we not, deaf to his request,
'Turn'd from another's wo?
The scorn, which wrings the poor man's
Have we abhorr'd to show? [breast,
4 Do we, in all we sell or buy,
Integrity maintain;
And knowing God is always nigh,
Renounce unrighteous gain?
5 Then may we raise our modest prayer
To God, the just and kind,
May humbly cast on him our care,
And hope his grace to find.
Swift let the great salvation fly;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe;
To pain and sickness help apply.
4 Pity the weeping widow's wo,
And be her counsellor and stay;
Adopt the fatherless, and smooth
To useful, happy life, his way.
5Let age, with want and weakness bow'd,
Your bowels of compassion move;
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,-
Their hatred recompens'd with love.
6 When all is done, renounce your deeds,
Renounce self-righteousness with scorn;
Thus will you glorify your God,
And thus the Christian name adorn.
HYMN 126. Is. Taylor. Bath-Abbey, Condolence, Hotham. Love to God and man.. ATHER of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind,. Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfin'd:
HYMN 124. L. M. Watts's. Serm. b Musing in the silent grove,
Bath, German, Armley.
Justice and truth.
ICREAT God, thy holy law requires
To curb our covetous desires,
Forbids to plunder, steal or cheat,
To practise falsehood or deceit.
2 Thy Son hath set a pattern too,
He paid to God and men their due;
A dreadful debt he paid to God,
And bought our pardon with his blood.
3 Amazing justice! boundless love!
Do we not feel our passions move?
Do we not grieve that we have been
Faithless to God, or false to men?
14 If truth and justice once be gone,
And leave our faith and hope alone;
If honesty be banish'd hence,
Religion is a vain pretence.
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast:
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wound, or feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store:
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
WHAT stupendous mercy shines 1 Around the Majesty of Heaven! purto Rebels he deigns to call his sons, Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiven.
Go, imitate the grace divine,-
The grace that blazes like a sun;
Hold forth your fair, though feeble light,
Through all your lives let mercy run!
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.
HYMN 127. L. M. Watts's Lyrics.
Dunstan, Castle Street, Leeds.
Love to Christ, present or absent.
all the joys we mortals know,
Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest,
Love, the best blessing here below,
The nearest image of the blest.
2 While we are held in thine embrace,
There's not a thought attempts to rove
Each smile upon thy beauteous fac
Fixes, and charms, and fires our lo
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