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.
Psalm 42.
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.
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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!
106.
"The gate of heaven." Gen. 28: 17.
How
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.
108.
"Men ought always to pray." Luke 18: 1. meet
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.
Psalm 61.
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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.
J'
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.
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