HYMN I.
Adam. Chap. iii.

1 Ox man, in his own image made,
How much did God bestow!
The whole creation homage paid,
And own'd him Lord below.

2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor’d
With sweets for every sense;
And there, with his descending Lord,
He walk'd in confidence.

3 But oh! by sin how quickly chang'd! His honour forfeited,

His heart from God and truth estrang'd,
His conscience fill'd with dread!

4 Now from his Maker's voice he flees,
Which was before his joy,
And thinks to hide, amidst the trees,
From an all-seeing eye.

5 Compell'd to answer to his name,
With stubbornness and pride,
He cast on God himself the blame,
Nor once for mercy cried.

6 But grace, unask'd, his heart subdu'd,
And all his guilt forgave;
By faith the promis'd Seed he view'd,
And felt his power to save.

7 Thus we ourselves would justify,
Though we the law transgress;
Like him, unable to deny,
Unwilling to confess.

8 But when, by faith, the sinner sees
A pardon, bought with blood,
Then he forsakes his foolish pleas,
And gladly turns to God.

HYMN II.

Cain and Abel. Chap. iv. 3-8.
1 WHEN Adam fell, he quickly lost
God's image, which he once possess'd:
See all our nature since could boast,
In Cain, his first-born son, express'd!
2 The sacrifice the Lord ordain'd,
In type of the Redeemer's blood,
Self-righteous reas'ning Cain disdain'd,
And thought his own first-fruits as good.
3 Yet rage and envy fill'd his mind,
When, with a sullen downcast look,
He saw his brother favour find,
Who God's appointed method took.
4 By Cain's own hand good Abel died,
Because the Lord approv'd his faith;
And when his blood for vengeance cried,
He vainly thought to hide his death.

5 Such was the wicked murd'rer Cain;
And such by nature still are we,
Until by grace we 're born again,
Malicious, blind, and proud as he.

6 Like him, the way of grace we slight.
And in our own devices trust;
Call evil good, and darkness light,
And hate and persecute the just.
7 The saints in ev'ry age and place,
Have found his history fulfill'd;
The numbers all our thoughts surpass,
Of Abels whom the Cains have kill'd.*
8 Thus Jesus fell-but, oh! his blood
For better things than Abel's cries;†
Obtains his murd'rers peace with God,
And gains them mansions in the skies.

HYMN III.

Walking with God. Chap. v. 24.

1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast:

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN IV.

ANOTHER.

C.

1 By faith in Christ I walk with God,
With heaven, my journey's end, in view;
Supported by his staff and rod,*
My road is safe and pleasant too.
2 I travel through a desert wide,
Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my guide,†
And will not let me miss my way.

3 Though snares and dangers throng my path,
And earth and hell my course withstand,
I triumph over all by faith,
Guarded by his almighty hand.

4 The wilderness affords no food,
But God for my support prepares;
Provides me every needful good,

And frees my soul from wants and cares. 5 With him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I dare be free; Tell him all my grief and pain, And he reveals his love to me. Some cordial from his word he brings, Whene'er my feeble spirit faints; At once my soul revives and sings, And yields no more to sad complaints.

7 I pity all that worldlings talk

Of pleasures that will quickly end:
Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk
With thee, my guide, my guard, my friend!
Psal. xxiii. 4. † Psal. cvii.

HYMN V.

Lot in Sodom. Chap. xiii. 10.

1 How hurtful was the choice of Lot,
Who took up his abode
(Because it was a fruitful spot)

With them who fear'd not God!
2 A pris'ner he was quickly made,
Bereav'd of all his store;
And, but for Abram's timely aid,
He had return'd no more.

3 Yet still he seem'd resolv'd to stay,
As if it were his rest;

Although their sins from day to day!
His righteous soul distress'd.

4 A while he stayed, with anxious mind, Expos'd to scorn and strife;

At last he left his all behind,
And fled to save his life.

5 In vain his sons-in-law he warn'd,
They thought he told but dreams;
His daughters, too, of them had learn'd,
And perish'd in the flames.

6 His wife escap'd a little way,
But died for looking back:
Does not her case to pilgrims say,
"Beware of growing slack!"

7 Yea, Lot himself could ling'ring stand,
Though vengeance was in view;
"Twas mercy pluck'd him by the hand,
Or he had perish'd too.

8 The doom of Sodom will be ours,

If to the earth we cleave:
Lord, quicken all our drowsy powers,
To flee to thee, and live.

HYMN VI.

Jehovah-Jireh; or, the Lord will provide.
Chap. xxii. 14.

1 THE saints should never be dismayed,
Nor sink in hopeless fear:
For when they least expect his aid,
The Saviour will appear.

2 This Abram found-he rais'd the knife,
God saw, and said, "Forbear:
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
Behold the victim there!"

3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand;||
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save the invaded land.

4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;T
But God prepar'd a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Psal. xxvii. 1, 2.

1 THOUGH troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,
And foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us,
Whatever betide,

The scripture assures us,
The LORD will provide.
2 The birds without barn
Or storehouse are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints, what is fitting,
Shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written,
The LORD will provide.

3 We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tossed,
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost:
Though Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages,
The LORD will provide.

4 His call we obey,
Like Abram of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers,
We have a good guide,
And trust in all dangers,
The LORD will provide.
5 When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,
Though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise,
The LORD will provide.

6 He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek
We ne'er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions,
The LORD will provide.
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7 No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known
The Saviour's great name,
In this our strong tower
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The LORD will provide.

8 When life sinks apace,
And death is in view,
This word of his grace
Shall comfort us through;
No fearing or doubting,
With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting,
The LORD will provide.

HYMN VIII.

Esau. Chap. xxv. 34. Heb. xii. 16.
1 POOR Esau repented too late,
That once he his birth-right despis'd,
And sold for a morsel of meat,
What could not too highly be priz'd:
How great was his anguish when told,
The blessing he sought to obtain,
Was gone with the birth-right he sold,
And none could recall it again!

2 He stands as a warning to all,
Wherever the gospel shall come;
O hasten and yield to the call,
While yet for repentance there's room!
Your season will quickly be past;
Then hear and obey it to-day,
Lest when you seek mercy at last,
The Saviour should frown you away
3 What is it the world can propose?
A morsel of meat at the best!
For this are you willing to lose
A share in the joys of the blest?
Its pleasures will speedily end,
Its favour and praise are but breath;
And what can its profits befriend
Your soul in the moment of death?
4 If Jesus, for these, you despise,
And sin to the Saviour prefer;
In vain your entreaties and cries,
When summoned to stand at his bar:
How will you
his presence abide?
What anguish will torture your heart?
The saints all enthron'd by his side,
And you be compell'd to depart.

5 Too often, dear Saviour, have I
Preferr'd some poor trifle to thee;
How is it thou dost not deny
The blessing and birth-right to me?
No better than Esau I am,
Though pardon and heaven be mine
To me belongs nothing but shame;
The praise and the glory be thine.

HYMN IX.

Jacob's Ladder. Chap. xxviii. 12.

1 Ir the Lord our leader be,
We may follow without fear;
East or west, by land or sea,
Home with him, is ev'ry where.
When from Esau Jacob fled,
Though his pillow was of stone,
And the ground his humble bed,
Yet he was not left alone.

2 Kings are often waking kept,
Rack'd with cares on beds of state;
Never king like Jacob slept,
For he lay at heaven's gate;
Lo! he saw a ladder rear'd
Reaching to the heavenly throne;
At the top the Lord appear'd,
Spake, and claim'd him for his own.
3" Fear not, Jacob, thou art mine,
And my presence with thee goes:
On thy heart my love shall shine,
And my arm subdue thy foes:
From my promise comfort take,
For my help in trouble call;
Never will I thee forsake,
Till I have accomplish'd all."
4 Well does Jacob's ladder suit,
To the gospel-throne of grace;
We are at the ladder's foot,
Ev'ry hour, in ev'ry place:
By assuming flesh and blood,
Jesus heaven and earth unites;
We by faith ascend to God,*
God to dwell with us delights.

5 They who know the Saviour's name,
Are for all events prepar'd;
What can changes do to them,
Who have such a guide and guard?
Should they traverse earth around,
To the ladder still they come;
Ev'ry spot is holy ground,
God is there-and he's their home.

HYMN X.

My name is Jacob. Chap. xxxii. 27. 1 NAY, I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent pressing case. 2 Dost thou ask me who I am?

Ah! my Lord, thou know'st my name;
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with thee.

3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy power defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

* 2 Cor. vi. 16.

4 Once a sinner near despair, Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; Mercy heard and set him free; Lord that mercy came to me.

5 Many years have pass'd since then, Many changes I have seen,

Yet have been upheld till now: Who could hold me up but thou? 6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need; This emboldens me to plead : After so much mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last? 7 No-I must maintain my hold; 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; I can no denial take,

When I plead for Jesus' sake.

HYMN XI.

Plenty in the Time of Dearth. Chap. xli. 56.
1 My soul once had its plenteous years,
And throve, with peace and comfort fill'd;
Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears,
Which Pharaoh in his dream beheld.
2 With pleasing frames and grace receiv'd,
With means and ordinances fed,
How happy for a while I liv'd,
And little fear'd the want of bread.
3 But famine came, and left no sign
Of all the plenty I had seen;

Like the dry ears and half-starv'd kine,
I then look'd wither'd, faint, and lean.
4 To Joseph the Egyptians went;
To Jesus I made known my case;
He, when my little stock was spent,
Open'd his magazine of grace.

5 For he the time of dearth foresaw,
And made provision long before:
That famish'd souls, like me, might draw
Supplies from his unbounded store.
6 Now on his bounty I depend,
And live from fear of dearth secure;
Maintain'd by such a mighty friend,
I cannot want till he is poor.

7 O sinners, hear his gracious call!
His mercy's door stands open wide;
He has enough to feed you all,
And none who come shall be denied.

HYMN XII.

Joseph made known to his Brethren.
Chap. xlv. 3, 4.

1 WHEN Joseph his brethren beheld
Afflicted, and trembling with fear,
His heart with compassion was fill'd,
From weeping he could not forbear.
A while his behaviour was rough,
To bring their past sin to their mind;
But when they were humbled enough,
He hastened to show himself kind.