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2 O Lord, let all Thy mercies flow
On those who worship in this place ;
And long for His appearing.
Apply Thy word to every heart ;
That herald Christ's appearing. 81. Christ the best Friend. ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend ;
Costly, free, and knows no end !
Find it everlasting love.
Could, or would, have shed His blood;
Reconcil'd in Him to God :
Jesus is a friend in need !
Friend of sinners was His name;
He rejoices in the same:
4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ;
Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often
What a friend we have above : But, when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought. 82. Confidence in God. WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurld, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowhing world.
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heaven, my all!
In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast. 83. Christ a Refuge in Distress. 6,8. O GOD! my heart within me faints,
And pours in sighs her deep complaints; Yet many a thought shall linger still, By Carmel's height, and Tabor's rill ; The Olive Mount my Saviour trod, The rocks that saw and owned their God.
2 The morning beam that wakes the skies
Shall see my matin incense rise ;
The still repeated anthem hear.
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. 84.
Far as the eternal hills,
Our great Redeemer fills.
In countless armies shine ;
They offer songs divine.
They did His steps attend :
The scene of love would end. 4 They saw His heart transfixed with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er;
Which none e'er brake before.
Subdued the tyrant's power,
And hail'd the blissful hour.
85. In Affliction.
This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.
The whispers of His love ;
Where Jesus pleads above.
In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own. 4 Sweet to reflect, how grace
divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember, that His blood
My debt of suffering paid. 5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quickening breath, 8 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end : Sweet on His covenant of grace,
For all things to depend. Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.
8 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,
That, when my change shall come,
And waft my spirit home.
1 There shall my disimprison'd soul
Behold Him and adore;
And grieve and sin no more. 2 Shall see Him wear that
As tho’ but newly slain. 3 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick’ning sound,
At His right hand be found.
The God that died for me;
Lord, who is like to Thee.
Weak as it is below ;
In Jesus' presence know.
What must the fountain be,
Immediately from Thee.
For ever with me stay,
My spirit flies away.