6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

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HYMN 71. C. M. Bedford. [*b]
Resignation. It is the Lord. 1 Sam. iii, 18.

Cowper.

1 TT is the Lord-enthron'd in light,
Whose claims are all divine;

Who has an undisputed right,
To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord--who governs all—
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recal
Whatever part he please.

e 3 It is the Lord-should I distrust,
Or contradict his will?-
--Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still.
4 It is the Lord—who can sustain,
Beneath the heaviest load,

o From whom assistance I obtain,
To tread the thorny road.

-5 It is the Lord-whose matchless skill Can from afflictions raise

o Matter, eternity to fill

With ever growing praise.

6 It is the Lord-my cov'nant God,
Thrice blessed be his Name!-

Whose gracious promise, seal'd with blood,
Must ever be the same.

07 His cov❜nant will my soul defend,
Should nature's self expire;

g And the great Judge of all descend In awful, flaming fire.

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1.DID

Green.

HYMN 72. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] Self-denial: or, Bearing the Cross. Mark viii, 38. IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, And bear the cross for me? And shall I fear to own thy name, Or thy disciple be?

-2 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And make me truly bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal, grow cold.

o 3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame,
And treat me with disdain;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count, reproach my gain.
o 4 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my powers resign;
Let Wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.

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HYMN 73. C. M. Reading. [*]

FIE

Contentment. Phil. iv, 11.

Kirham.

IERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea;

But calm content and peace we find,

When, Lord, we trust in thee.

2 In vain by reason, and by rule,
We try to bend the will;

For none, but in the Saviour's school,
Can learn the heavenly skill.
3 Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear;
Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care.

4 'Art thou a sinner, soul?' he said,
"Then how canst thou complain?
'How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
With everlasting pain!

5 'If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd,

6

Compare thy griefs with mine;

"Think what my love for thee endur'd—

'And thou wilt not repine.

6 ""Tis I appoint thy daily lot,

'And I do all things well;

"Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, 'And rise with me to dwell.

7 'In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day;

At death thou still shalt find me nigh,
'To wipe thy tears away.'

8 Thus I, who once my wretched days

In vain repining spent ;

Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.

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HYMN 74. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii, 14.

THE

Cowper

HE saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;

For when they least expect his aid,

The Saviour will appear.

2 This Abrah'm found: he rais'd the knife, God saw, and said, 'Forbear;'Yon ram shall yield his ineaner life : 'Behold the victim there.'

-3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey; But hark! the foe's at hand :

d

-Saul turns his arms another way,

To save the invaded land.

4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave, He thought to rise no more;

o But God prepar'd a fish, to save,

And bear him to the shore.

-5 Blest proofs of power and grace divine,
That meet us in his word!
May ev'ry deep felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord.
6 Wait for his seasonable aid,
And though it tarry, wait:
The promise may be long delay'd;
But cannot come too late.

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HYMN 75. H. M. Allerton. [*]

The Lord, my Banner. Exod. xvii, 15.
Y whom was David taught
To aim the dreadful blow,

BY

When he Goliah fought,

And laid the Gittite low?

-No sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
2 'Twas Israel's God and King,
Who sent him to the fight;
Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright:

Cowper.

-Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.
e 3 Who order'd Gideon forth,
To storm th' invader's camp,-
With arms of little worth,

e

A pitcher and a lamp?

The trumpets made his coming known;
And all the host was overthrown.

4 Oh! I have seen the day,
When, with a single word-
God helping me to say,

'My trust is in the Lord,'

o My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
5 But unbelief, self-will,
Self-righteousness and pride-
How often do they steal
My weapons from my side!

o Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend,

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Will help his servant to the end.

'H'

HYMN 76. C. M. York. [*]

The Lord that healeth. Exod. xv.

Cowper.

EAL us, EMMANUEL;-here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch:

Deep wounded souls to thee repair;
And, Saviour, we are such.

-2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,

We faintly trust thy word;

e But wilt thou pity us the less?Be that far from thee, Lord!

d

3 Remember him who once applied, With trembling, for relief;

d 'Lord, I believe," with tears he cried; 'O help my unbelief.'

4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the press,
And healing virtues stole,

d Was answer'd, 'Daughter, go in peace;
"Thy faith hath made thee whole.'
-5 Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throng,
She would have shunn'd thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had some misgivings too.

6 Like her with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee, if we may; e Oh! send us not despairing homeSend none unheal'd away.

HYMN 77. L. M. Armley. [*]

The Lord send Peace. Judg. vi, 24.

Cowper.

e 1 JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demando By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, Before the Father's face we stand. -2 To reconcile offending man,

Make justice drop her angry rod!

e What creature would have form'd the plan? Or who fulfil it, but-a God?

-3 No drop remains of all the curse,
For wretches who deserv'd the whole;
No arrows, dipt in wrath, to pierce
The guilty, but returning soul.

e 4 Peace, by such means, so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hop'd to see?

p Peace-by his injur'd Sovereign wroughtHis Sovereign fasten'd to the tree!

-5 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare;
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul who hates his sins.
e 6 Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress;
o But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord, my peace.

Cowper.

HYMN 78. C. M. Hymn 2d. Sunday. [*] Thankfulness for Providential Goodness.

1. W WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys;
o Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

-2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay ;
Or hung upon the breast.