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2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain ;
How grace decays and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God!
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake—
I'd plead my Saviour's blood.
4 Arise, my soul! from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
"He shall hide me.' Ps. 27: 5-9.
EAR Father, to thy mercy-seat
"Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.
2 My cheerful hope can never die,
If thou, my God, art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high,
And banish every fear.
3 Oh, never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat!
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.
S pants the hart for cooling streams
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living Ged,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul!
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
Heb. 10: 19-25.
F every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
"Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads-
A place, than all besides, more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!
"The gate of heaven." Gen. 28: 17.
OW sweet to leave the world awhile,
And seek the presence of our Lord!
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile,
And come according to thy word.
2 From busy scenes we now retreat,
That we may here converse with thee;
Ah, Lord, behold us at thy feet!
Let this the "gate of heaven" be.
3 "Chief of ten thousand!" now appear, That we by faith may see thy face; Oh, speak, that we thy voice may bear, And let thy presence fill this place! 107. "There am I in the midst." Matt. 18: 20.
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.
2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few!
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.
"Men ought always to pray." Luke 18: 1.
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer
But wishes to be often there?
2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
4 Have you no words? ah! think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in supplication sent,
Our cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord hath done for me!"
4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
3 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
HEN overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 Oh, lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head!
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide :
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
"Let us come boldly." Heb. 4: 16. EHOLD the throne of grace:
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 My soul! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold :
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?
3 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love:
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
3 Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
Luke 18: 1-7.
ESUS, who knows full well
The heart of every saint,
Invites us all our griefs to tell,
To pray, and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear-
We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.
3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear
His chosen when they cry;
Yes, though he may awhile forbear,
He'll help them from on high.
4 Then let us earnest cry,
And never faint in prayer;
He sees, he hears, and from on high
Will make our cause his care.