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And prove such consolation,
As none below can tell.
370. The Church comforted. O Ziox, afflicted with wave upon wave, Whom no man can comfort, whom no man
can save, With darkness surrounded, by terrors dis
may'd; In toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd. Loud roaring the billows now nigh over
wbelm, But skilful's the pilot who sits at the helm; His wisdom conducts thee, his pow'r thee
defends, In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends. O fearful ! O faithless! in mercy he cries; My promise, my truth, are they light in
thine eyes Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall
stand; Through tempests and tossings I'll bring
thee to land. Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name Engrav'd on my heart doth for ever remain: The palms of my hands whilst I look on, I The wounds I received, when suff 'ring for
I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy
groans, For thou art most near me, my flesh and
In all thy distresses thy head feels the pain, Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain. Then trust me, and fear not ; thy life is
secure; My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my pow'r; In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine, To make thee at length in my likeness to
shine. The foolish, the fearful, the weak are my
care, The helpless, the hopeless, I hear their sad
pray'r; From all their afflictions my glory shall
spring, And the deeper their sorrows, the louder
371. Encouragement to pray. WHAT various hind'rances we meet In coming to a mercy-seat ! Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wishes to be often there. Pray'r makes the dark’ned cloud withdraw, Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love. Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight;
372. The Throne of Grace.
When she began to pray,
Was comforted and glad :
Are safe from all their pow'r;
373. The Church encouraged. With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels, melt with love.
He knows our feeble frame;
For he has felt the same.
The great Redeemer stood,
And did resist to blood.
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
What ev'ry member bears,
But raise it to a flame;
Nor scorns the meanest name.
We shall obtain delivering grace
374. For Pilgrims. Ye happy pilgrims come,
Your drooping spirits raise,
To sing his endless praise.
We are on our journey home.
Why seek it here in vain ?
Hallelujah, &c. As strangers here we live,
Nor 'biding city find;
Hallelujah, &c. Thus saints in ancient days
A country sought above, And hasten'd there with songs of praise, And hearts inflam'd with love.
Hallelujah, &c. Their steps let us pursue,
With ev'ry foe to fight,