-3 Fix'd on this rock will I remain, Lyndall. HYMN 63. L. M. Psalm 97th. [b] THE HE deluge, at the Almighty's call, In what impetuous streams it fell! Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, And swept a guilty world to hell. 2 In vain the tallest sons of pride Fled from the close pursuing wave; Nor could their mightiest towers defend, Nor swiftness 'scape, nor courage save. e 3 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar! How shrill the universal cry Of millions in the last despairRe-echo'd from the low'ring sky. e 4 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint, Surrounded with the chosen few, Sat in his ark, secure from fear, And sang the grace that steer'd him through. o 5 So may I sing, in Jesus safe, While storms of vengeance round me fall; o Then the wide flood that buries earth, s 7 Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen; There not a But the, bri Wave of trouble rolls; rainbow round the throne, Seals endless life to all their souls. Doddridge. 1 HYMN 64. 8 & 7. Emmaus. [*] Christ, a Friend closer than a Brother. Prov. xviii, 24. ON NE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end · They who once his kindness prove, e 2 Which of all our friends, to save us Could, or would have shed their blood? o But our Jesus died to have us, This is boundless love indeed! e 3 When he liv'd on earth abased, Still he calls them brethren, friends, 1. What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, Newton. M Manna, or Daily Supply. Exod. xvi, 18. While God is able to provide, 2 Of his kind care, how sweet a proof! Who gather'd most had just enough, o 3 'Tis still our gracious Lord provides, His own unerring hand provides, e 4 He knows how much the weak can bear, And helps them when they cry; o The strongest have no strength to spare, For such he'll strongly try. -5 Daily they saw the manna come, But what they try'd to keep at home, e 6 Vain their attempts to store it up; This was to tempt the Lord: o Israel must live by faith and hope, And not upon a hoard. 1 HYMN 66. C. M. York. [*] Joy is Joys of Saints. Neh. ix, 10. OY is a fruit that will not grow, e All we can boast, till Christ we know, Newton. -2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known;— o There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found-and there alone. e 3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith, A sense of pard’ning love,— o A.hope that triumphs over death, Gives joys like those above. -4 To take a glimpse within the vail, To know that God is mine o Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakable, divine! -5 These are the joys which satisfy, And sanctify the mind; o Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind. 1 HYMN 67. C. M. Hymn 2d. [*] Newton. Walking with God. Gen. v, 24. a And light to shine upon the road, That leads me to the Lamb! e 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, -3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! e But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill. -4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God,~ Calm and serene my frame; o And purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb. 1 HYMN 68. C. M. Abridge. [*] G Cowper. Light shining out of Darkness. He treasures up his bright designs, o 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; e Behind a frowning providence -5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. e 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; o God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 1 Cowper. HYMN 69. L. M. Pleyel's. [b] It guides me in the peaceful way; 2 What are the mines of shining wealth? e 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd, e 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart- o But sav'd me from eternal wo. HYMN 70. C.M. Barby. [*] Submission.. 10 LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, Cowper. e 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 4 Thy favour, all my journey through, What else I want, or think I do, o 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; e e A poor blind creature of a day? And crush'd before the moth! |