Puslapio vaizdai

4 To know the pangs of pious grief,
For sins against the Lord;

To know that naught can give relief
But trusting in his word:

5 To know that thou art born of God,

Thy num'rous sins forgiv❜n,

Thy soul redeem'd by Jesus' blood,

And thou an heir of heav'n. NETTLETON'S COL.

HYMN 43. 7s. Hotham. [*]

Christ, the refuge from the storm,

1 Jesus, lover of my soul!
Let me to thy bosom fly;

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is nigh.
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O! receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint;
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.


HYMN 44. L. M. Pleyel's Hymn. [b*]
Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark 8. 38.

1 Jesus! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham'd of thee!

Scorn'd be the tho't, by rich and poor,
O may I scorn it more and more.
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

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3 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may-
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.


HYMN 45. 8s and 7s. Sicilian. [b]
Suppliant address to the Saviour.

1 Jesus! full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting
Send, O! send me quick relief.

3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him, who comfort gives?
Whither from the dread of dying,
But to him, who ever lives?

4 On the word thy blood hath sealed,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, O! stay me, lest I fall!

5 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord! be said,
"Here's the soul that perish'd sueing
For the boasted Saviour's aid.”

6 Sav'd the deed shall spread new glory
Thro' the shining realms above;

Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptur'd with thy love.


HYMN 46. 8s. and 7s. Sicilian. [*]
Grateful recollection.

1 Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet:
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount.-I'm fix'dupon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain❜d to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord! I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.


HYMN 47. C. M. Hymn Second. [*]
Light shining out of darkness.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a better taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.


HYMN 48. L. M. Pilesgrove. [*]
Meeting of Christian Friends.
1 Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake,
A hearty welcome here receive;
May we together now partake
The joys which only he can give.
2 To you and us by grace is giv'n,
To know the Saviour's precious name;
And shortly we shall meet in heav'n,
Our hope, our way, our end the same.
3 May he by whose kind care we meet,
Send his good Spirit from above;
Make our communications sweet,
And cause our hearts to burn with love.
4 Forgotten be each earthly theme,
When Christians see each other thus;
We only wish to speak of Him,

Who lived-and died—and reigns-for us.
5 We'll talk of all he did and said,
And suffer'd for us here below;
The path he mark'd for us to tread,
And what he's doing for us now.
6 Thus as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

HYMN 49. S. M. Shirland. [*]

Parting of Christian Friends.

1 Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne,
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;

But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.


5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day;

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign,

Through all eternity.


HYMN 50. L. M. Armley. [b*]

Exhortation to prayer.

1 What various hindrances we 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 darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;

Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.

5 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.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,

To heaven in supplication sent,

Your cheerful song would oft'ner be,

"Hear what the Lord hath done for me." COWPER.

HYMN 51. 7s. Hotham. [*]

Power of Prayer.

1 In themselves as weak as worms,
How can poor believers stand,
When temptations, foes, and storms,
Press them close on every hand?
2 Weak indeed they feel they are,
But they know the throne of grace,
And the God who answers prayer,
Helps them when they seek his face.

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