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God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain. 59. For Faith in Christ. HOW sad our state by nature is !
Our sin how deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.
Sounds from God's sacred word,
And trust upon the Lord.
Teach me, O Lord, to fly;
From crimes of deepest dye.
On Thy kind arms I fall ;
My Jesus and my all.
60. Missionary Hymn. 6,8. CHRISTIANS! the glorious hope ye
ray of glory meets their eye.
The hope that Jesus brought to light. 2 Christians ! ye taste the heavenly grace
Which cheers believers in their race ;
Uncheer'd by grace, thro' heathen gloom,
Which trains the soul for endless day. 3 Christians ! ye prize the Saviour's blood,
In which the soul is cleans'd for God;
That precious blood which cleanseth you. 61. Christ's Second Coming. L.M. THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
The mountains to their centre shake; And withering from the vaults of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.
As once in lowly form He came,
The bruis'd, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
Appointed Judge of all mankind ! 4 Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway;
The Nazarene, the crucified ?
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain !
Teach me what Thou would'st have
me do; Suggest whate'er I think or say,
Direct me in the narrow way.
Lest I in mine own strength confide;
I have my power, my all from Thee. 3 Assist, and teach me how to pray ;
Incline my nature to obey;
And only love what pleases Thee. 4 O may I never do my will,
But Thine, and only Thine, fulfil :
Be spent and ended to Thy praise.
A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word ? 3 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger
of rest; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
4 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only Thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb. 64.
Of saints that sing on high;
He hath won the victory!
And crush'd thy sting, Despair:
For Jesus hath been there. 3 And He hath tam'd the strength of hell,
And dragg'd him thro' the sky,
He hath bound captivity. 4 God is gone up, &c. 65. Harvest. (Psalm LXV.) GOOD is the Lord, our heavenly King,
Who makes the earth His care:
And bids the grain appear.
Which makes the earth to yield ;
His clouds drop fatness from above;
He wþitens every field.
He gives His people more;
A boundless, richer store !
O shed Thine influence from above, And still from age to age convey
The blessings of this sacred day. 2 In ev'ry clime, by ev'ry tongue,
Be God's redeeming mercy sung;
The wonders by the Saviour wrought. 3 Unfailing comfort, heav'nly guide!
Still o'er Thy favour'd church preside :
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 67. I will trust, and not be afraid. BEGONE, unbelief, my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear, By prayer let me wrestle, and he will
perform ; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the
storm. 2 Tho' dark be my way, since He is my
guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis His to provide :