5 Will he from life's eternal book,
To earth and heav'n proclaim my name; On me, as on his children look,
And make my lot with theirs the same? 6 Will Jesus, as my surety, place,
Before his Father's glorious hrone,
Me, as an heir of soy'reign grace,
Me, as his own adopted Son?
7 He will!-I read it in his word,
And in my heart the witness feel:
I shall be with and like my Lord
Though sin oppose, in league with hell.
8 I shall be with him, when he comes
Triumphant down the parting skies;
And, when his voice breaks up the tombs,
Among his children I shall rise.
9 Among his children I shall stand,
When quick and dead his throne surround, Bless'd with a place at his right hand, And with immortal glory crown'd. 19 When all his foes, beneath his feet, In chains of endless torment lie, Unworthy I shall fiil a seat,
Among the princes of the sky!
CLXXVIII. L. M. RYLAND Junr.Altered from sevens.
All my times are in thy hand. Psalm xxxi. 15.
ESISTLESS Sov'reign of the skies,
Immensely great! immensely wise!
My times are all within thy hand,
And all events at thy command.
2 His great decree, who form'd the earth,
Hath fix'd my first and second birth:
My parents, native place, and time,
Were all assign'd to me by him.
8 'Twas God that form'd me by his pow'r,
"Tis he sustains me ev'ry hour:
And all my times shall ever be
Order'd by was all-wise decree.
*My times of sickness and of health,
My times of penury and wealth,
My times of trial and of grief,
My times of triumph and relief;
5 Yea times the tempter's pow'r to prove,
And times to taste a Saviour's love;
Must all begin and last and end,
As best shall please my God and friend.
6 Though plagues and deaths around me fly,
'Till he commands I cannot die:
Tho' men or devils aim to kill,
They can't exceed my Father's will,
70 thou tremendous wise and just,
In thy kind hands my life I trust:
Yea, have I somewhat dearer still,
It shall be thine and at thy will.
8 May I at all times own thy hand,
And still to thee surrender'd stand;
Convinc'd that thou art God alone,
ay I and mine be all thy own.
9 Thee, Lord, at all times will I bless,
For, having thee, I all possess ;
Nor can I ere bereaved be,
Since I can never part with thee,
CLXXIX. L. M. DODDRidge.
Zeal for Christ; or, Peter and John following their Master. John xxi. 18-20.
1 BLEST men, who stretch their willing
Submissive to their Lord's commands,
And yield their liberty and breath,
To him that lov'd their souls in death!
2 Lead me to suffer, and to die,
If thou, my gracious Lord, art nigh:
One smile from thee my heart shall fire,
And teach me smiling to expire.
Ş If nature at the trial shake,
And from the cross or flames draw back,
Grace can its feeble courage raise,
And turn its tremblings into praise.
4 While scarce I dare with Peter say,
"I'll boldly tread the bleeding way;'
Yet in thy steps, like John, I'd move,
With humble hope, and silent love.
CLXXX. C. M. BEDDOME.
Holy Zeal and Diligence.
WHILE carnal men, with all their might,
Earth's vanities pursue,
How slow th' advances which I make,
With heaven itself in view!
2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;
Great God, my love inflame;
Religion, without zeal and love,
Is but an empty name.
3 To gain the top of Zion's hill,
May I with fervour strive;
And all these powers employ for thee
Which I from thee derive!
CLXXXI. C. M. DODdridge.
Running the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 21. AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, press with vigour on:
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high:
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye..
3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4 Bless'd Saviour, introduc'd by thee,
-Have we our race begun;
And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet
We lay our laurels down.
CLXXXII. L. M. Coombs's Tune.
S. STENNETT.
The Christian Warfare. Eph. vi. 13-17. 1 MY Captain sounds the alarm of war, the pow'rs of hell are near!
"To arms! to arms!" I hear him cry,
66 "Tis yours to conquer or to die."
2 Rous'd by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around;
Make haste to gird my armour on,
And bid each trembling fear be gone.
3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield,
Thy word, my God, the sword I wield:
With sacred truth my loins are girt,
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight,
Resolv'd to put my foes to flight;
While Jesus kindly deigns to spread
His conq'ring banner o'er
my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust;
His bleeding cross is all my boast :
Through troops of foes he'll lead me on
To vict❜ry and the victor's crown.
CLXXXIII. S. M. DODDRIDGE.
Waiting for the Coming of his Lord; or, the Active Christian.
E servants of the Lord,
Each 'in his office wait,
Observant of his heav'nly word,
And watchful at his gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame:
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.
4 O happy servant he
In such a posture found!
He shall his lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crown'd.
5 Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own bounteous hand,
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