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4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread.

5 I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows and will provide.

6 Though sin would fill me with distress.
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove, While Jesus intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine, But on my side is power divine; Jesus is all, and he is mine.

HYMN XLVII.

The Hidden Life.

1 To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!

Nor less to praise him when he grants
Beyond what I can ask.

2 My lab'ring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy;

With how much tenderness he speaks,
And helps me to reply.

3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
Such secrets to declare;

Like precious wines, their taste they lose,
Expos'd to open air.

4 But this, with boldness, I proclaim,

Nor care if thousands hear,

Sweet is the ointment of his name,
Not life is half so dear.

5 And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was,

And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross?

6 Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
And not as fancy paints:
Such honour may he give to you,
For such have all his saints.

HYMN XLVIII.

Joy and Peace in Believing.
1 SOMETIMES a light surprises
The christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises

With healing in his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again,
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,

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E'en let the unknown to-morrow*
Bring with it what it may.

3 It can bring with it nothing,
But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens,

Will give his children bread.
4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear,t
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding
I cannot but rejoice.

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Those who love thee as they pass

Or when they wait on thee!
Pleasant too, to sit and tell,
What we owe to love divine,
Till our bosoms grateful swell,
And eyes begin to shine.

3 Those the comforts I possess,

Which God shall still increase;
All his ways are pleasantness,
And all his paths are peace.
Nothing Jesus did or spoke,
Henceforth let me ever slight;
For I love his easy yoke,
And find his burden light.

HYMN L. The Christian.

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4 Inferior honours he disdains,

Nor stoops to take applause from earth, The King of kings himself maintains The expenses of his heavenly birth. 5 The noblest creature seen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above; God gives him all he can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love!

6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot,

And shout him welcome to the skies! C.

HYMN LI.

Lively Hope and Gracious Fear.
1 I was a grov'lling creature once,
And basely cleav'd to earth;
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

2 But God has breath'd upon a worm,
And sent me, from above,

Wings, such as clothe an angel's form,

The wings of joy and love.

3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand,
To view beyond a shining sky
The spacious promis'd land.
4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promis'd it to me;

The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.

5 How glorious is my privilege!
To thee for help I call;

I stand upon a mountain's edge,
O save me, lest I fall!

6 Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at his word,
And none shall cast me down.

HYMN LII. Confidence.

1 YES! since God himself has said it,
On the promise I rely;
His good word demands my credit,
What can unbelief reply?

He is strong, and can fulfil,
He is truth, and therefore will.
2 As to all the doubts and questions
Which my spirit often grieve,
These are Satan's sly suggestions,
And I need no answer give;

He would fain destroy my hope,
But the promise bears it up.

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3 Sure the Lord thus far has brought me,

By his watchful tender care;

Sure 'tis he himself has taught me
How to seek his face by prayer:
After so much mercy past,
Will he give me up at last?

4 True, I've been a foolish creature, And have sinn'd against his grace, But forgiveness is his nature, Though he justly hides his face:

Ere he called me, well he knew* What a heart like mine would do. 5 In my Saviour's intercession Therefore I will still confide! Lord, accept my free confession, I have sinn'd, but thou hast died:† This is all I have to plead, This is all the plea I need.

HYMN LIII. Peace Restored.

1 OH! speak that gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart!
No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.

2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?

And may I still approach thy throne,
And Abba, Father, cry?

3 O, then, let saints and angels join,
And help me to proclaim

The grace that heal'd a breach like mine,
And put my foes to shame!

4 How oft did Satan's cruel boast
My troubled soul affright!
He told me I was surely lost,
And, God had left me quite.

5 Guilt made me fear, lest all were true
The lying tempter said;

But now the Lord appears in view,
My enemy is fled.

6 My Saviour, by his powerful word,
Has turn'd my night to day;
And his salvation's joy 's restored,
Which I had sinn'd away.

7 Dear Lord, I wonder and adore!
Thy grace is all divine!
O keep me, that I sin no more
Against such love as thine!

HYMN LIV.

Hear what he has done for my Soul.

1 SAV'D by blood, I live to tell
What the love of Christ hath done;
He redeem'd my soul from hell,
Of a rebel made a son:
Oh! I tremble still, to think
How secure I liv'd in sin;
Sporting on destruction's brink,
Yet preserv'd from falling in.
2 In his own appointed hour,

To my heart the Saviour spoke;
Touch'd me by his Spirit's power,
And my dang rous slumber broke,
Then I saw and own'd my guilt,
Soon my gracious Lord replied:

* Isa. xlviii. 8. ↑ Rom. viii. 34. 1 Psalm lxxi. 11.

"Fear not, I my blood have spilt, "Twas for such as thee I died." 3 Shame and wonder, joy and love, All at once possess'd my heart; Can I hope thy grace to prove After acting such a part? "Thou hast greatly sinn'd," he said, "But I freely all forgive; I myself thy debt have paid, Now I bid thee rise and live."

4 Come, my fellow-sinners, try,
Jesus' heart is full of love!
O that you, as well as I,
May his wondrous mercy prove.
He has sent me to declare,
All is ready, all is free:
Why should any soul despair,
When he sav'd a wretch like me?

HYMN LV.
Freedom from Care.

1 WHILE I liv'd without the Lord,
(If I might be said to live,)
Nothing could relief afford,
Nothing satisfaction give.

2 Empty hopes and groundless fear
Mov'd by turns my anxious mind;
Like a feather in the air,
Made the sport of every wind.
3 Now, I see, whate'er betide,
All is well if Christ be mine;
He has promis'd to provide,
I have only to resign.

4 When a sense of sin and thrall
Forc'd me to the sinner's Friend,
He engaged to manage all,
By the way and to the end.

5 "Cast," he said, "on me thy care,*
"Tis enough that I am nigh;
I will all thy burdens bear,
I will all thy wants supply.
6 "Simply follow as I lead,
Do not reason, but believe;
Call on me in time of need,
Thou shalt surely help receive."
7 Lord, I would, I do submit,
Gladly yield my all to thee;
What thy wisdom sees most fit,
Must be surely best for me.
8 Only, when the way is rough,
And the coward flesh would start,
Let thy promise and thy love
Cheer and animate my heart.

HYMN LVI. Humiliation and Praise. (Imitated from the German.) 1 WHEN the wounded spirit hears The voice of Jesus' blood,

Psalm lv 22. 1 Peter v. 7.

How the message stops the tears

Which else in vain had flowed:
Pardon, grace, and peace proclaim'd,
And the sinner call'd a child;
Then the stubborn heart is tam'd,

Renew'd and reconcil'd.

2 Oh! 'twas grace indeed to spare
And save a wretch like me!
Men or angels could not bear
What I have offer'd thee:
Were thy bolts at their command,
Hell ere now had been my place;
Thou alone could'st silent stand,
And wait to show thy grace.

3 If, in one created mind,

The tenderness and love
Of thy saints on earth were join'd,
With all the hosts above;
Still that love were weak and poor,
If compar'd, my Lord, with thine;
Far too scanty to endure

A heart so vile as mine.
4 Wondrous mercy I have found,
But, ah! how faint my praise!
Must I be a cumber-ground,
Unfruitful all my days?
Do I in thy garden grow,
Yet produce thee only leaves!
Lord, forbid it should be so!

The thought my spirit grieves.
5 Heavy charges Satan brings,
To fill me with distress;
Let me hide beneath thy wings,

And plead thy righteousness.
Lord, to thee for help I call,
'Tis thy promise bids me come:
Tell him thou hast paid for all,
And that shall strike him dumb.

HYMN LVII.

For the Poor.

1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent,*
And wept o'er Ishmael,

A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruiset
Convince us at this day,

A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way?

3 His saints and servants shall be fed,
The promise is secure;

"Bread shall be given them," as he said,
"Their water shall be sure."

4 Repasts far richer they shall prove,
'Than all earth's dainties are;
"Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Though in the meanest fare.

5 To Jesus, then, your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;
While you are poor, and he is King,
You shall not be forgot.

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* Gen. xxi. 19. ↑ 1 Kings xvii. 14. Isa. xxxiii. 16

HYMN LVIII.

Home in View.

1 As when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 While he surveys the much-lov'd spot, He slights the space that lies between; His past fatigues are now forgot, Because his journey's end is seen. 3 Thus, when the christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize: 4 The thought of home his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears,* So he may safe arrive at last. 5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus, in the realms of day; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he will wipe my tears away. 6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends, To lead us on to thine abode:

Assur'd our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.

SIMILAR HYMNS.

Book I. Hymn 4, 7, 9, 11, 25, 35, 36, 39, 41, 46, 47, 48, 70, 95, 128, 132.

Book II. Hymn 45, 46, 47.

V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER.

HYMN LIX.

Old Things are passed away.

1 LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;

Once I admir'd its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;

His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;

But may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

• Acts xx. 24

6 Yes! though of sinners I 'm the worst, I cannot doubt thy will;

For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.*

HYMN LX.

The Power of Grace.

1 HAPPY the birth where grace presides,
To form the future life;

In wisdom's paths the soul she guides,
Remote from noise and strife.

2 Since I have known the Saviour's name,
And what for me he bore,
No more I toil for empty fame,

I thirst for gold no more.

3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat,
I make his love my theme;

And see that all the world calls great,
Is but a waking dream.

4 Since he has rank'd my worthless name
Amongst his favour'd few,

Let the mad world who scoff at them,

Revile and hate me too.

5 0 thou, whose voice the dead can raise,
And soften hearts of stone,

And teach the dumb to sing thy praise!
This work is all thine own.

6 Thy wond'ring saints rejoice to see
A wretch like me restor❜d;

And point, and say, "How chang'd is he,
Who once defied the Lord!"

7 Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue To aim at notes divine;

And grace accepts my feeble song;
The glory, Lord, be thine!

HYMN LXI.

My Soul thirsteth for God.

1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear cross,
First wean'd my soul from earthly things:
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.

4 Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer sink below the brim;
But overflow, and pour me down
A living and life-giving stream!

5 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

* Jer. xxxi. 3.

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HYMN LXII.

Love constraining to Obedience.
1 No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
And what she has, she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

2 How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without success.

3 Then, to abstain from outward sin Was more than I could do; Now, I feel its power within,

I feel I hate it too.

4 Then all my servile works were done,
A righteousness to raise ;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do, was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?
What shall I render to the Lord?
Is my inquiry now.

6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice,

Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
2 But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait,
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.
4 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again,

Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

5 But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the christian's head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.

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Changes a slave into a child,* And duty into choice.

HYMN LXIII.

C.

HYMN LXV. The Child.*

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:

From distrust and envy free,
Pleas'd with all that pleases thee.

The Heart healed and changed by Mercy. 2 What thou shalt to-day provide,

1 SIN enslav'd me many years,

And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears

Came swarming o'er my mind.
Where, I said in deep distress,
Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,

And make the Lord my friend? 2 Friends and ministers said much The gospel to enforce ;

But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course:

Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove,
Scarce would show my face abroad;
Fear'd, almost, to speak or move,
A stranger still to God.

3 Thus, afraid to trust his grace,
Long time did I rebel;

Till, despairing of my case,
Down at his feet I fell:

Then my stubborn heart he broke.
And subdued me to his sway,

By a simple word he spoke,

"Thy sins are done away."

HYMN LXIV. Hatred of Sin.

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1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, Nor dare thy least commandment slight,

Rom. iii. 31.

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:

'Tis enough that thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he 's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone:

Let me thus with thee abide,

As my Father, guard, and guide.
4 Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon thy smiles,
Till the promis'd hour appears,

When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.

HYMN LXVI.

True Happiness.

1 Fix my heart and eyes on thine!
What are other objects worth?
But to see thy glory shine
Is a heaven begun on earth:
Trifles can no longer move;
Oh! I tread on all beside,
When I feel my Saviour's love,
And remember how he died!

* Peal. cxxxi. 2; Matt. xviii. 3, 4

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