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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.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from God's sacred word,
Oh! ye despairing sinners, come,

And trust upon the Lord.
3 To the dear fountain of Thy blood

Teach me, O Lord, to fly;
There may I wash my spotted soul

From crimes of deepest dye.
4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On Thy kind arms I fall ;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,

My Jesus and my all.

60. Missionary Hymn. 6,8. CHRISTIANS! the glorious hope ye

know,
Which soothes the heart in every woe ;
While heathens helpless, hopeless lie :
No

ray of glory meets their eye.
Oh, give to their desiring sight

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,
See millions hastening to the tomb.
To heathen lands, that grace convey,

Which trains the soul for endless day. 3 Christians ! ye prize the Saviour's blood,

In which the soul is cleans'd for God;
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
Uncleansed from sin, expos'd to hell.
Oh! strive, that heathens soon may view

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.
2 The Lord will come! but not the same

As once in lowly form He came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,

The bruis'd, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,

With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,

Appointed Judge of all mankind ! 4 Can this be He who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By power oppress'd, and mock'd by pride,

The Nazarene, the crucified ?
5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain!

Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain !
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, the Lord is come.

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62.

A Prayer.
BE with me, Lord, where'er I go,

Teach me what Thou would'st have

me do; Suggest whate'er I think or say,

Direct me in the narrow way.
2 Prevent me, lest I harbour pride,

Lest I in mine own strength confide;
Shew me my weakness, let me see

I have my power, my all from Thee. 3 Assist, and teach me how to pray ;

Incline my nature to obey;
What Thou abhorr’st, that let me flee,

And only love what pleases Thee. 4 O may I never do my will,

But Thine, and only Thine, fulfil :
Let all my time, and all my ways,

Be spent and ended to Thy praise.
63. Walking with God.
OH! for a closer walk with God,

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.

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4 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,

And worship only Thee.
5 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb. 64.

Easter-Day.
GOD is gone up with a merry noise

Of saints that sing on high;
With His own right hand, and His holy

arm,

He hath won the victory!
2 Now empty are the courts of Death,

And crush'd thy sting, Despair:
And roses bloom in the desert tomb,

For Jesus hath been there. 3 And He hath tam'd the strength of hell,

And dragg'd him thro' the sky,
And captive behind His chariot-wheel

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:
Visits the pastures every spring,

And bids the grain appear.
2 Good is the Lord ! it is His love

Which makes the earth to yield ;

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His clouds drop fatness from above;

He wþitens every field.
3 Good is the Lord ! He gives us bread ;

He gives His people more;
By Him their souls with grace are fed,

A boundless, richer store !
66. Isaiah XI. 9.
SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love,

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;
Let all the list’ning earth be taught

The wonders by the Saviour wrought. 3 Unfailing comfort, heav'nly guide!

Still o'er Thy favour'd church preside :
Let ev'ry heart Thy blessings prove,

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 :