God will give grace to hold out here, And glory for a crown. HYMN 106. S. M. Pride. NNUMERABLE foes, I Attack the child of God; 2 Temptations too without, 3 From sinner and from saint, 4. But though the host of hell, 5 'Tis pride accursed pride, 6 It blows its pois'nous breath, 'And bloats the soul with air; The heart uplifts with God's own gifts, And makes e'en grace a snare. Awake nay while we sleep, It puffs us glad, torments us sad, 8 In other ills we find, The hand of heaven not slack; 9 'Tis hurtful when perceiv'd, 10 Against its influ'nce pray, 11 This moment while I write, My heart it draws to seek applause, 12 Thou meek and lovely Lamb, That wounded thee though thou wast free, 13 Our condescending God, HYMN 107. The Paradox. OW strange is the course that a christian must How steer, How perplex'd is the path he must tread; The hope of his happiness rises from fear, And his life he receives from the dead. 2 His fairest pretensions must wholly be way'd, 3 When all this is done and his heart is assur'd, Of the total remission of sin; When his pardon is seal'd and his peace is procur'd, From that moment his conflict begins. HYMN 108. EGONE unbelief, B My Saviour is near, And for my relief, Will surely appear. 2 Though dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'Tis his to provide. Though cisterns be broken, And creatures all fail, The word he has spoken, Will surely prevail. 3 His love in time past, He'll leave me at last, Confirms his good pleasure, To help me quite through. 4 Determin'd to save, He watch'd o'er my path, When satan's blind slave, I sported with death. And can he have taught me To trust in his name, And thus far have brought me, To put me to shame. 5 Why should I complain I knew from his word, 6 How bitter that cup, 17 Since all that I meet, Shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, The med'cine is food. Though painful at present, Twill cease before long, And then oh how pleasant The conqueror's song. HYMN 109. C. M. brethren sing, And tell what Christ has done ; Who sav❜d our souls from hell and sin, By his free grace alone. 2 The angelic host he passed by, 3 We've heard his voice, we know the sound, We feast upon his love; The blessed spirit has come down, To witness him above. 4 He is our prophet, priest and king, Therefore we'll praise, and talk and sing, 5 Our fellowship's divine and sweet, 6 That we bis name may glorify, And in his promises rely, And for his coming wait. 7 And when our tribulation's o'er, We shall arrive on Canaan's shore, 8 And when our faith and hope does cease, L |